Bud's pretty well spent as we enter the town of Circle. It's nothing a little food and rest can't fix, and he's soon to get both in abundance. I wanted to camp in an RV park Nancy had told me about the previous day, but it's not to be. Later some folks allege they've recently passed a new law prohibiting camping within city limits of McCone county. Whatever the case, everything works out pretty well when I get acquainted with Mr Perry Koonts (spl?), and he hooks me up with a decent room for the night. As luck would have it, Pear--as most folks affectionately call him--not only runs the motel, but also manages a bar/pizza joint with the help of his wife Paula. Once all our stuff's in the room Pear invites me and Bud to join him for a pizza. For Bud, this invitation means handouts galore; for me it's a chance to be sociable and learn a little more about this State.
I'm introduced to several wonderful people, including a lady named Trish who'd pulled over for a brief chat earlier in the day. There's ample time to share experiences and glean a few insights from the stories going 'round. Both Zach and Craig generously help to augment the conversations with more beer. Eventually I get to talkin' with a Mr James Clinton who works for the local paper. That discourse begins with my journey and proceeds to take myriad twists and turns into tangent realms of agrarian politics and a botanist's perspective on the grass beneath the grass, as well as numerous personal anecdotes. I thoroughly enjoy the way each person infuses the topic at hand with his own unique take on things. Meanwhile, Bud lays comfortably on his blanket, though off to the side. Once in a while his bellowing moans of protestation at not being the centre of attention can be heard, but they don't last long before he drowsily nods off again.
Anyhoo, by 19:00 I'm knackered and ready to get back to the room. Another day ends well.
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