Day 105: September 15: Hamilton to Missoula
More downhill today.
Barry and Peter took off ahead, racing each other.
I took it easier.
We got off route 93, taking instead the Eastside Highway through Corvallis and Stevensville. This is a beautiful river valley with many farms and a great view of the Bitterroot Mountains to the left and right.
It was today that my odometer passed the 3000 mile mark.
Finally, I was in Missoula, which is bigger than I'd expect for a town of 43000 people. We met downtown, at an Irish pub where we had a few beers in celebration of Peter's 30th birthday.
After finding the hostel, we went back out to a local bar with some other people from the hostel and celebrated some more. The bar was packed with college students, which made me feel pretty old.