Rest Day 6, Aug. 3 in Sula, MT

We really didn't do anything on this fine day. We breakfasted in their restaurant, perused their odd section of books (from Teddy Bear collecting to Yoga cooking to a few novels of interest), bought 3 for the price of 1, and went about our day.

Oh but I forgot about Oscar. He was a local Montana fellow on his soap box at breakfast, sitting near us. He was pretty much discussing the sometimes cruel identity crisis that Montana currently finds itself in. Much of what he was harping on (in a strangely upbeat way) pertained to Jared Diamond's discussion of the state in his book Collapse. He was sick of the government meddling in the industries of the state, having pretty much (in his view) shut down mining, logging (even preventing it in areas already devastated by fires), hunting- even of predators like wolves, and had forced the state into a dependency on tourism, not really sufficient for most folks. "If you come to Montana, you better bring your money with you."

Reading. Andy finished two books: Kerouac's Tristessa and a Vonnegut rambling. I finished my Alchemist and started on Didion's Year of Magical Thinking.
Laundry.
Talking to the nice set of sisters who run the place with their very smoky voices.
Hot Tub.
Yoga teaching.
Some very bad microwave burritos for lunch.
Lubing our chains.
A ridiculous dinner of more spaghetti with a can of black olives, green beans, and Prego. While preparing this, I had a glance at the can of green beans (our desperate attempt to get some real vegetables after not having any for a few days) for the nutrition facts. Honestly, it had less, significantly, than the pretzels we were eating. Depressing.
Hot Tub.
Sleeping in a tent this night to save some money and hoping the cold morning would get us up early enough to get a start on our Monday.