Mountains and Montana?

It turns out that the town of missoula is a black hole of sorts in that it kept drawing us back in with strange characters and bike problems galore. Day 1 we rolled in at night and sprung for a motel 6, day 2 we stayed at some commune in the boonies, and day 3 Jared's bike had chain issues and we crashed on some lesbians lawn (we weren't sure if they knew we were there or not), and long behold on the fourth day my back wheel had to be trued because it was wobbling all over the place. It took us a while, but we made it out and went from missoula to drummen, then drummen to butte and butte to ennis and ennis to west Yellowstone. Each day would rapidly switch from freezing to hot and push winds on and off. We had a couple days of off and on showers and from Drummen to Butte we had thunderstorms follow us the whole way. There was this moment where Jared pops his tire in the middle of this storm, I am up ahead and turn around to see derek being pushed all over the road and waving like a mad man that jared needed repairs. So we both head back towards Jared and the winds are so strong we are practically riding at a 45 degree angle to stay balanced while being pounded by rain and lightning is striking in the distance. We come up to Jared and he is standing by his bike somehow smoking in pouring rain and insane winds... he made zero prep for the tire to be changed and he is just standing there. So when we arrive he starts opening his panniers to look for tubes and its at the bottom of the bag. Finally the wheel is off and the tube is the most stubborn tube I have ever changed and we all start laughing and thinking about how good food sounds. Then Derek says his new subway slogan " When shit can't get any worse, Subway."
Anyways we made it out of there and got to Butte and slept in a dugout of some baseball field and then the next morning we wake to this happy Bum named Billy standing at the edge of the dugout who had the most ridiculous hi pitched voice (like Hanky the christmas poo hi)and asked us if we were backpackers and then wandered off to his dugout after slipping in an awkward invitation for us to join.

Well interesting characters aside, Wolf, Jeff, Billy, Harry and a couple others we spent every night in the chilly frontier of Montana and meandered through to yellowstone to meet the Lauerl who gave us a ride to Rexberg to hang out and get our bikes fixed. We get dropped off back in Yellowstone tomorrow after some site seeing and we are on our way to the great divide and Becka's place.