On the way up the mountain, I met a couple from New Zealand riding the whole TransAm to Oregon. They were having a great time and we chatted a bit about other people, including Kurt, who we had all met along the way. We agreed to meet up later in the town of Darby, our destination for the day.
The descent from the pass was a little nerve-racking since I was sure my tire could blow out at any second. It never did! As the terrain leveled out along the Bitteroot River the heat of the day, and a healthy headwind, came to bear. To add more challenge, the road went from one with a nice shoulder to a road with no shoulder. At one point, an oncoming truck decided to pass another car and forced me off the road. I saw it coming, so there was no real danger, but I was definitely ready to get done with the day's ride.
The town of Darby is a quaint cowboy town with a tourist bent. However, walking down the main drag revealed that the local economy was in trouble. Declines in the timber trade, due to the sagging economy and some say the spotted owl, had left many storefronts empty. The Kiwis and I enjoyed drinks and a hearty dinner at the Silver Spoon Saloon in town. I absolutely demolished my chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and the possibly the best homemade clam chowder this side of Maine.
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