Today we drove north, stopping in Butte, Montana, for lunch and reaching Missoula in the afternoon. Butte is a shabbily picturesque town on a hill. Apparently its airport code is BTM.
It is encroached upon by an enormous retired copper mine, which has been the cause of numerous local environmental disasters. The abandoned mine-shafts are everywhere:
We were pleased to reach Missoula, a groovy little city in the hills, where we danced the night away.
Our next port of call is a cabin without electricity, so I’ll have to report on that after the event.