Day 101, Chasing No One
Hiked 33 miles
Started later than planned in order to get some more photos at the border with the boys with some daylight. The day was hot. Sticky hot. Stinky sweaty hot. I don’t remember much about the scenery except for the fact that it was pleasing to the eye. Nothing dramatic, just nice. Hiked solo all day. Never caught up to anyone in front of me.
Climbed about 5k. Got to camp at 9:30pm just as the last light left the sky. Hoping for the same miles tomorrow and the next. I can’t believe I never caught up to anyone.
Day 102, Heat bail
Hiked 12 miles
There I was, filtering my water at the first source of the day, 7 miles in, and up rolls Beats. I was so confused. Come to find out, he hiked 25 the day before and Tex stopped at 22. I was in front of everyone the whole time! Never even considered that because I thought I was following their tracks. At one point, I’d taken a dirt road for 2 miles that paralleled the trail thinking the boys did the same thing. Nice route to avoid some blow downs. Apparently they aren’t the only ones wearing trail runners. I really was convinced I was following them all day.
A crew rolled past us with more energy than I could muster for a humid 90 plus degree day (Goddess, Happy go Lucky, Ontario). They were planning to hike a 65 mile day. What’s with all of these maniacs out here?
Bailed into town early with Beats. I think he was on the verge of heat exhaustion and that shit isn’t a joke. Rawlings. Started walking a road that went directly into town that cut off 20 miles and had some water along the way but got a ride with a local rancher in his truck part way into the road walk.
Started my period the second I got to the hotel. Always a pain, but always good to have a toilet and water.
Day 103, Grill Party
Zero in Rawlings
So many folks at the same motel and there was a grill out front…so many burgers. Very good times. Tex rolled in around dinner. I had cold beers waiting for him and food and a room. He looked ragged! The red line was hot and waterless and I’m amazed at his grit and determination. Damn.
Day 104, Slack Packin Missed Miles
Hiked 20ish miles?
Beats and I went back out to the road today to slack pack the majority of miles we skipped when we grabbed the hitch into Rawlings. Tex took a zero and we three plan to hike out into the Basin together. Good thing about coming back out to hike it today was that there was some cloud cover and temps were not as terrible. And! We carried a cardboard sign that read “cold drinks? jokes?” It made it fun because cars would stop and chat. Even if they didn’t have anything to share, they checked in and told us a joke or two. We had fun. It’s been good fun hiking with Beats again. I’m really glad we cleared the air. He’s comfortable and so am I.
Day 105, The Great Basin begins
Hiked 25 miles
Woke with a start to that feeling you get when you think you’ve overslept. But, 6:30am is just the right time to start moving when you’re trying to get out of town.
Beats was already packed and sitting outside when I jumped up and Tex was passed out cozy on the floor.
I walked out to go to the gas station for some final resupply items (and coffee, of course) and Beats popped up to join me. It feels so good to be hiking with him again. We enjoy being around each other in towns. I like our little crew. Me, Tex and Beats.
After some breakfast and chatter in the room we started hiking around 9am out of town. First greeted with a road walk along a busy highway for a few miles and then tucking off the road into the sage brush for the long and hot basin hike to Lander. The song by Johnny Cash where he sings- I’m going to Jackson- yeah, well, we have changed that to Lander and it’s been sung an uncountable amount of times. “I’m going to Lander! Gonna get me a beeeeeer! I’m going to Lander! Hear they have geeeeear!”
For the most part, the three of us hiked together today. Come to think of it, we hiked together all day rotating from conversations and jokes to music or comedy on Beat’s speaker.
Around 10 miles in for the day we found the first and only shade of the day and took a hefty break from 1 to 3:30. We all passed out for at least an hour. pack as a pillow, I woke up in a puddle of my own drool.
Saw a badger today. Cute!
Day 106, A Swim in the Great Basin? Ok.
Hiked 32 miles
I woke to the soft rustling sounds of Beats getting ready for the day at 4:30 am. I slowly filled my jet boil with water for coffee and cozied into my sleeping bag for an extra 15 mins before biting the bullet and starting the process of getting things packed for the day. Once I start packing, then Tex starts to move around. I have new gear and it’s making my bag feel sloppy to pack. The ursack takes up more space. I have a sun umbrella. My glasses in a bulky case. Too many pairs of shorts. 2 hats. I’ll get it all sorted and paired down again to the right mix come Lander.
We walked an easy 3 miles to the first water and stopped a few times to admire the sunrise. Saw 2 other hikers at the water and then proceeded to come across them and some others at the other water sources. I love showing up to hikers congregating around water. Always sprawled out. Surrounded by food and stuff sacks. Filtering water. Stealing any shade possible. Precious shade.
At 17 miles into the day we landed at a small reservoir and actually went for a swim. Felt gooooood. Just had to keep my feet up from the bottom yucky bits and it was a dream. And then at 27 miles for the day, around 5, we stopped at the next water for 2 hours to eat and rest until the heat faded.
A wild horse ran up to the water source. Came raging it’s way down a hillside through the sage.
It’s hot out here. As hikers who up to the water sources, we scoop water and pour it all over our heads. Soak our shirts. It’s water first. Cool down. Then talk, then be human again.
I love the quick one liners that stick. “Triple crown pro tip” was one today.
Day 107, Hot Hot Hot miles
30 miles
It’s late and I should sleep, but in short recap:
Late start under cloudy skies. Cute jokes from tent to tent. Audiobook with Beats and Tex the first 5 miles. Sun out. Hot. Hot. Hot. Boys slowly getting further and further ahead of me. Kept a slow and steady pace under my umbrella to keep from overheating. Salty sweat dripping down my bent arm, pooling in the folds of my elbow. Brown cow pond water poured all over my head. The best of the day. Grass and shit stink. I don’t even care. Trail magic at mile 20, thank god, we thought we were too late for it. 9 hikers all lounging. Cold drinks. shade. Ice cream. ICE CREAM. Wait a couple hours and all hike into the sunset for another 10. Emergency trail side poo. Night hiking. The miles melted by once in good company and cooler temps. Head lamps in the distance looking like ufo’s. laughter. Sleeping in just the mesh of my tent surrounded by other hikers scattered throughout the low lying sage brush.
Day 108, I nearly melted
Hiked 25 Miles
An early morning 5:30am start helped get some miles in before the heat of the day. When it was hot, it was hot. My body gradually slowed down, my feet throbbed, the bones in my feet felt like they were bruised, the new blister under a 2 month old callus on the ball of my foot felt swollen and sore, and my left IT band started to feel tight and achy. I walked, slowly falling behind all of the hikers on the road in front of me. They got smaller and smaller until they turned into little dots on the horizon. No shade for miles and miles so I just kept on going. One step and then another one until they amount to something, some distance. The sage looks less and less friendly as the sun tries to ignite it from above. One step in front of the other. Trekking poles tucked away so I could use the sun umbrella. Sweat. Hot breath. Heavy and slow legs. Another step.
2 hours earlier I was lying in Sweetwater creek. Giggling. Sandy creek bottom, cool clear water moving over me. Surrounded by other hikers. Some on acid. Some sober. All happy for the peaceful meandering water to soak our feet and bodies in. Only 10 miles left to get into Atlantic city. Without the sun, I’d have done it in 3 hours easy. With the sun? It was more like a 4.5 hour hike.
The day ended in Atlantic City, camped at an rv park after spending time drinking with the cowboys and ranchers at the Grubstake. Hikers slowly made their way back to the park to sleep in various states of drunk. Chili Dog comically attempted to help Wifi get set up for the night, but in the end, he just fell asleep on the gravel, sprawled out like he was on a king bed in a fancy hotel. But earlier, sitting at that bar with a cold drink in hand, surrounded by happy hikers and locals, having showered at the RV park: priceless.
Day 109, Goin ta’ Lander
Hiked 4 miles
Cowboy camped in the RV Park, I woke up surrounded by other hikers starting to move and moan. Some, such as Wifi and Tex, were wildly hung over.
Made my way back to the Grubstake for the best pancake breakfast I’ve had on trail.
My achilles was hurting this morning. Pain even just sitting still. Got me feeling nervous so I took a short route to the road to Lander (the official cdt was 7 miles to the road).
Got to town. Bought bear spray. McDonald’s. Hikers hanging in the room. Nap.
Got a room with Tex, Beats, and Happy Go Lucky. Beats showed up in a quiet and distant mood today which can be frustrating because I don’t know what he’s thinking or how to help. Earlier in the day he was showering me with compliments. “I love our crew. I love hiking with you and Tex. It’s fun, playful. It’s right where I want to be.” so I’m not sure what’s going on for him.
At least I know now that this happens with him sometimes and I can avoid taking it personally. I know he is just processing something and it has nothing to do with me.
Day 110, Zero in Lander
A good zero indeed.
Tex decided to stay another day, Beat’s feeling better and back to himself, others decided to stay, and we find ourselves hiking out like a big family tomorrow. Another section together! Yay! My achilles doesn’t hurt like it did yesterday. It’s tender, but I’m not limping. Couldn’t ask for anything more.
Coffee. Trail research. Chat with Sugar Momma. Breakfast with Beats and then Cramps, Beer Goddess, and Chili Dog. Gear shops. Post office. Rest. A little rest. Then back out for margs and Mexican. Came across Bud, TBL, and Guy Number 5. Bud has been in town for days. thought he hiked out but he always ends up staying longer than planned. Hahaha, he packs up every day as if he’s going to leave, ends up drinking with other hikers mid day and then gets another room. Hilarious. After food, headed off to the store with Beats to resupply. For whatever reason, Beats and I get a kick out of resupplying together. Always giggling our way through the store. And Tex? He stayed in bed almost the whole day. A zero for Tex is literally a zero. He does NOT walk around if he can avoid it. He popped out of bed for Mexican and then went right back to it.
Day 111, A Hitchin Flop
8 miles
I was up in the night 3 times with the shits. I don’t feel sick otherwise, just maybe a little tender in the gut so I kept with the plan to hike out. After piddlin around a little bit, as Tex calls it, we 3 made our way to the corner to hitch the 37 miles back to trail. Within a couple of minutes we got a ride from an old friendly rancher about 10 miles out of town to the next major intersection thinking this would be an easy second ride to grab. Well. An hour later and a hundred cars gone by, we hitched on the other side of the road and went back to town for lunch. The sun was brutal and we were just standing in 96 degree heat. The other side of the road proved to be exponentially better seeing as we got a ride 2 cars in. After some McDonald’s and cooling off in the ac, we went back to the same corner, now in the shade, and plopped down on the ground on our packs. Half ass hitching. Thumbs out sprawled on the ground. Surprisingly we got a ride in 5 minutes. Bob. He was a real kind guy. Gave us each 20 bucks to get beers in our next town and then his number and email so we could email him when the trail was done and call him if things got fucked. His words.
We walked two miles, at this point it was 2:30 and hot. Packs had 7 days of food. Heavy. Found some shade and napped the heat away. Glorious. The final 6 miles of the day went by fast and didn’t feel hard thanks to the change in temps.
Now Beats, Tex and I are camped with Road Runner, an Alaskan Native, and Chocolate Chip, an Israeli guy. Good Jolly times on trail. Liking this so much better than Colorado. It’s so nice to actually see people.
Day 112, 1,000s of Downed Trees
Hike 19 miles
Never have I ever experienced hiking through a blow down section like the one we had to navigate just before we decided to camp. Very glad we all made it through safely.
It had been raining so the mangled trees were wet and slick. I fell multiple times. Lucky to have not gotten hurt. No trail. Just us picking our way over uprooted trees on top of trees on a steep mountainside. When I say I fell, I mean fell off of a downed mangled tree onto a pile of other downed and mangle trees- all with broken limbs with the potential to impale you. It was actually really scary. My heart was racing. Branches that felt firm and secure would snap under my feet. Spots that looked steady would prove to be too slick to hold fast to. Tex, Beats and I slowly made our way through the pile of massive trees on a 45 degree slope and took care to help one another stay safe. Lots of callin out and making sure anyone out of sight was ok, not hurt, didn’t need assistance. It was INTENSE.
But earlier. And after. What a day. Woke to rain, snoozed until it stopped and got hiking around 8:30.
Mid day when it was hot we jumped into a swimming hole in a pretty little creek. Screaming, laughing, just pure joy.
And now we are camped on the beach of a lake with impressive views of the mountains we are about to hike through. It’s raining again, and I love the sound on my tent. Hopefully the lake doesn’t rise from it and take us away into the darkness.
Day 113, The Winds
Hiked 15 to 17 miles and gained 5k feet.
Fuck and wow! 5k feet in 15 miles. 3 passes. Multiple boulder fields. Climbing in and around and over boulders the size of cars. 1.5 miles of cross country bushwhacking to avoid hellacious blow downs. Lake after lake after lake and some of the best views I’ve seen on trail. The winds are wild and beautiful and it was fun to spend the day hiking with Beats and Tex. We make a good team.
Day 114, The Day I Lost My Rain Jacket AND Bear Spray
Hiked 25 miles
Lost Tex. He was slightly ahead when the rains came in. I hunkered down under a tree and ate lunch with Beats. Didn’t catch back up. True story, I lost my rain jacket AND my bear spray this morning. It just fell out of my pack. Boom. Gone. Probably fell out when we got off route and had to bushwhack a little. And Beats just pulled up the weather: rain rain rain for the next 4 days. I need a rain jacket. I also need to be able to hike by myself and not feel tied to people every second of the day. If a bear came, I’d be fucked. I have no defense. The two big things I need to stay safe in the winds I lost in the same day. WTF.
Day 115, Trades to Stay on Trail
Hiked 22.5
Damn. This section is beautiful. I’m tired.
Stayed on trail. Started the day thinking I needed to bail at the next spur trail to get a rain jacket and bear spray. We caught Text in the morning. I told him I needed to go to town. He thought otherwise and traded me his rain jacket for my poncho saying he got too hot in his rain jacket anyway and Beats gave me his bear spray. He then bought bear spray off of a hiker going into town. Perfect.
Tex is all about progress and math and miles and numbers and it is stressing me out. Making me feel like I’ll never finish. Going to have to tell him to shut the fuck up soon. Math doesn’t take into account changes in terrain.
Day 116, Pinedale Please
Hiked 11 miles
Spontaneous hitch into Pinedale. Much needed. O wow I really needed it. I think we all did.
We all broke camp at different times in the morning, all in our own moods for different reasons. At one point I got ahead of Beats and got to a river that had a campground on the other side of it. We still had 2 more days of hiking to get to our next town and I was just over it. I wanted a breather. So much pushing and Tex is pushing such a tight schedule. I told Beats my great ide when he rolled up – what if we go into this town and skip the next one in two days? He was totally down. Tex rolled up and he was easily sold. As long as the math worked out, and it did. We all sat in the shade, the boys passing the vape pen back and forth, asking any day hikers on their way to the parking lot for rides. In between bouts of talking to campers and day hikers, we hashed out our feelings with one another. I told Tex his focus on the math and numbers was stressing me the fuck out and taking all of the fun out of the time we had together. We talked about what we needed to feel good, to feel like we were moving forward and would all have time to make it to the end. Worked out our differences as a group. It felt good to talk it out.
We landed a ride with 2 married gals and their big old dog in a tiny jeep. they rearranged the whole thing to make sure we could fit and gave us some really fancy beers. So kind.
Pinedale. So. Cute. We are staying at this newly run motel called the Jackalope. The owner is super awesome. A young guy with a little family that is really excited to cater to the hiking community. We had a good evening. I got a new rain jacket. Ate some food. TBL is in the room next to us and Bud showed up. Fun times! He came in from the same spot we hitched out of so we are at the same spot on trail. TBL on the other hand came in from a different trailhead so we won’t be around her when we hike out.
Day 117, We Went the Wrong Way
Hiked 10 miles
Lost. Rain. Lightning. Didn’t get the 15 we wanted.
There is a video I took today that I think might be my favorite video of the whole trail to date. When I say lost, I mean we went the wrong way on a trail that looked very clearly like the obvious trail while getting completely pummeled by rain. Tex went 4 miles out of the way, I went 2, Beats went 2.5. We all independently went the wrong way. Apparently an easy turn to miss. We didn’t even know we were missing a turn because the actual trail was hidden behind a fallen tree and was overgrown. Welcome to the CDT. Never clear.
Anway, to recoup, at one point I popped my tent up because I was about to lose it. All 3 of us got in it. The boys smoked. And Tex recounted the tail “We went the wrong way. I’m all wet! and look! I’m dirty!”
Days like today can be frustrating. You are all set to do a certain amount of mileage and then the trail and the weather throw you a curve ball. A swing and a miss.
Day 118, Missed Magic
Hiked 25 miles
Was supposed to meet my friend Kelsey for a hug and some trail magic at 7am. She works at a ranch near the trail. But the hiccups from yesterday totally fucked that up and I think we missed each other by 30 minutes. Sad. I got up SO early to make sure I got there in time. Tex slept in but Beats and I got going really early, turned on his speaker, and power hiked our way to the meeting spot. We were cruising. At one point off in the distance we saw wolves hunting cows. Not joking. I repeat. Wolves hunting cows. We tucked back into the woods and after hiking through more massive herds of agitated cows, we came across Outlaw. His phone had gotten wet in the rain and his maps weren’t working so he joined the train and power hiked to the road with us.
Napped mid day in the sun. Dried things out. After getting lost AGAIN. For like the 3rd time in two days, I bushwhacked my way down to the valley I was supposed to be in. Where the hell did I even miss my turn at? I have no idea. Tex and Beats were taking a break in this massive field. I followed suite, and pretty quickly all 3 of us were napping in the sun. Outlaw apparently wasn’t in the napping mood. When we woke up he had vanished.
Got “lost” twice today.
The trail is NOT obvious ever nowadays.
Day 119, Off Trail Again. Screw it.
Hiked I have no idea…25 to 32 miles. Who knows.
The day started off in a field so ripe with condensation that Tex, Bud (Bud caught up!!), and I didn’t start walking until 9am. According to Tex, Beats was in a bad mood last night and had pressed forward to camp further up trail, so it was just me, Tex, and Bud. we aren’t known for being the fastest out of camp when it’s cold and wet.
I got off trail again today (aka Lost) after being on trail following fresh bear tracks for some time and was like fuck it I’m just going to keep going in this direction because it connects with a dirt road that connects with a paved road with a restaurant. Bears don’t eat people at restaurants, either. So after about 12 or 13 miles of hiking, I ate a burger and drank many glasses of soda water. I ordered food to go for the boys and was really excited to bring something tasty out to trail for them. Plan failed.
By the time I caught up with Beats, he didn’t want any food because he already ate and was carrying too much food to begin with. I thought I was behind Tex when I was actually in front of him. So, he’s camped a few miles back. Very glad Sprout and Chili Dog saw him and could relay the message on where I was going and then they caught up to me and let me know where he was. Maybe he’ll want a breakfast calzone? I have no idea where Bud is. Maybe he went into town? Maybe he’s with Tex now? I left my name and time stamps in the dirt. No cell service so that’s the best way to communicate out here- in the dirt and via other hikers you pass along the way. So now I have all these huge ass calzones and no one wants them. Epic. Fail. Maybe the bears will want it while I’m sleeping.
Day 120, back with the boys
Hiked 26.5
Damn it was cold this morning. I was awake at 6 but didn’t leave my tent until 7 to grab my food from the bear hang 50 feet away. And even then, I didn’t leave camp until 8. I had camped with Chili Dog and Sprout, they left early, and Beats was somehwere camped further up trail.. Knowing the day ahead didn’t look too hard and that Tex was anywhere from 2 to 4 miles behind me, I wasn’t fussed to get out fast and it proved to be a great play. I took a big break to eat around 7 miles into the day and Tex caught up to me then. We hiked the flat ground between the mountains together and chatted away. On the climbs he’d get ahead and I’d listen to podcasts. Eventually, we caught up to Beats. He seemed to have had enough alone time so the three of us ate a nice dinner together at the top of the last big climb we’ll see in WY. Bud caught up just as we finished dinner. We could see his bright yellow shirt making it’s way across the bald mountain top a mile away from us. It was a jolly reunion. He had seen all of my little notes in the dirt. We hiked down the mountain a mile or so to get below tree line, seeing as heaps of lightning was moving on over in our direction and we didn’t see the need to be the highest point in the midst of a storm.
I’m in my tent, my little happy place, listening to thunder rolling across the sky that seems to last forever.
We cross into Yellowstone tomorrow.
Day 121, Yellowstone Wet and Wild
Hiked 26 miles
Wet and wild. Rain on bushes. Rain from the sky. Thunder lasting multiple minutes.
We all broke at a ranger station after 7 miles to dry off on the porch. Huddled together. Wet wet wet. Cooked hot lunches. Hot cocoas. Tex showed up later, completely soaked head to toe. He’d barreled his way through a patch of wet and overgrown willows, breaking free to fall directly into a creek. Drenched.
Rivers repeatedly. Podcasts while alone. Music together. Rain again.
Camped with the 3 boys on a lake in Yellowstone tonight hoping the curious black bear doesn’t wreak havoc while we sleep. We’ve been warned. Maybe the bear will go for the other sobo hikers camped near by. Eat their things, please.
Day 122, grant village
Hiked 21 miles
Hiker trash going to a campground store to feel like they’re in town, surrounded by people there looking to feel like they are out in the wilds. What a funny pairing.
Got moving at 8 this morning as a crew and then hitched up to Grant Village to lounge and gorge ourselves. Mask mandates are back in federal buildings. I’m irritated about it.
We sat for a bit too long, probably should have moved sooner, but Beats and I got back to trail at 4 and I was to camp 13 miles up the way by 8. Felt good to push. The lake I’m on is lovely. Tex showed up at 9pm. No Bud. No Beats. Beats ran into pals from the AT and from the PCT and I’m assuming he camped with them. Can imagine how fun that would be to come across south bound hikers that I hiked the PCT with. I’d be so happy. Bud, no idea where he landed. He and Tex got off route earlier- probably a little too high and a little too drunk to stay on trail. Ha!
Day 123, Goin to Jackson
Hiked 12 miles
Got to Old Faithful, Beats caught up to me about an hour into the day and we walked in together.
Hikers lounging and loitering in front of the general store. Ice cream. Burgers. Snacks. Sobos and Nobos combine forces. Raided a Backroads trailer. Got pie and drinks.
Kim (friend from work) came around and picked us up. I drove back to give Kim a break and the truck was full of sleeping bobble heads within 20 minutes.
After quickly checking into our hotel, Bud, Beats, Tex and I went to Kim’s to do laundry, shower, dry gear, and chill while she prepared a really delicious dinner for us. It was perfect. It’s her love language and we were all more than happy to receive the love.
We all slept horribly in the new hostel at the Anvil hotel. Tex called it the hot box. Little cubbies, great beds, no ac. 85 degrees.
Day 124, Jackson
Zero 1 in Jackson
After realizing none of us were willing to suffer the sauna that was our beds, I rebooked our room to an actual room with ac and windows at the Anvil and worked out a discount.
The day was spent wandering town, eating, drinking sloshies, and relaxing.
Day 125, Never Leaving Jackson
Zero 2 in Jackson
An excellent zero. I borrowed Trevor’s Element (another work friend that lives in Jackson) and after doing our resupply (which of course was after a morning spent drinking espresso with Beats) we drove out to Dornans for lunch and views of the Tetons. Saw a bear on our drive back toward Teton village. Grabbed treats and sat by the snake river. It really was a relaxing day. Dinner at Picas, my favorite Mexican place in town, was super tasty and we all slept at Hannah’s house to save some money. Bud was plenty drunk and nearly got us evicted walking into one of Hannah’s roommate’s bedroom in the middle of the night when he was looking for a place to pee. Scared the shit out of her.
It was good in the way a Zero should be. Relaxing. Fun. Stress free. Pretty views. Good humor. Food.
Day 126, Old Faithful cabin
Hitch back to Yellowstone, Zero 3
We had a great breakfast at Picnic and took our time getting our things in order. Around 11 we started the process of hitching back to Old Faithful and it actually worked out perfectly. All 4 of us fit into our 2 part hitch and the drivers were young and nice.
None of us wanted to hike by the time we got back into the park. The way permits worked, to camp legally we would have had to hike off trail a few miles to a site. Nah. No Thanks. We ate at the Old Faithful Inn all you can eat buffet and after working some magic I scored us a cabin at the Snow Lodge for a reasonable price. It was perfect. Tucked away from everyone, little front stoop facing the woods so the boys could pass a bowl in peace, totally cozy.
Day 127, Good Bye Wyoming.
Hiked 20 miles
I love when a day can start off with sleeping in til 8 in a bed, eating town food for breakfast, running into Backroads folks and getting free goodies, and end with still hiking 20 easy miles. The miles came easy. I have a new pack now (Osprey sent me a new one in Jackson) and it is amazing how much more comfortable it is. Mine had gone to shit after 3500 miles on it.
Camped now with Bud, Beats, and Tex. Good vibes. We crossed into Idaho today and by tomorrow night we will be in Montana.
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