The ragged, jagged peaks of the Bitterroot Range in the Rockies are very dramatic, especially in silhouette. Some are full of pines, some bare and brown with scattered scrub.
We pass through Darby, MT, an old timey town. Bob sees a Bald Eagle, but Corinne misses it. Some of the mountain roads are wide enough to look like ski areas, but we don't see any lifts.
When we stop at a gas station, there is a sad sign about a recently missing motorcyclist who has been lost in the mountains. Everyone is keeping an eye out for signs that he may have gone off the road somewhere into a culvert.
The Salmon River winds its way for miles at the foot of the mountains.
As we arrive in Arco, we see 80 years of high school classes' numbers painted in white on the mountainside.
We have noticed that, despite the 75 mph. speed limit on the highway, the speed limit is 25 mph through the little towns, some with populations of as few as 77. Arco has a hand-painted sign that says "15 mph within city limits". Who said you could do 80 mph in the West?
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