I was under the impression that bighorns were just sheep with cool horns. I rounded a bend and three of them stood in the road, at least eye to eye with me. They gracefully and powerfully bounded away, while visions of total scooter wreckage still played behind my eyes.
Also, I found a hornet feeding on the bug spatter of my scooter. Montana is wild.
High mileage today, but I feel like I could ride forever (as long as the wildfires didn’t catch me!). Rolling into Spokane for the night was a bit of a culture shock – what is this… traffic?