On to Missoula, MT

Crawled out of the sleeping bags at 9am, after the sun had appeared. Broke camp, went in to Stanley to grab some coffee and then headed to Missoula, about 300 miles northeast. The trip took longer than anticipated due to the curving roads that follow the Salmon River most of the way, and the fact that we slowed down in so many spots to play tourist. Moving through forested canyons and mountains, arid canyons and mountains, and everything in between, we are constantly amazed at the impressive scenery at every turn. The last stretch was along the Bitterroot River, and with the fresh snow falling on the peaks of the Bitterroot range, it was a very nice drive in to Missoula. We have checked-in to another small motel, this one near the University of Montana campus. Our brief drive-around this afternoon impressed us enough that we will probably spend a couple of nights here to take care of logistics and see the town before heading back to camp, fish, etc. Besides, there are so many options in this area/state for a fly-fisherman, we need to some planning in order to find the optimum camping/fishing combinations. Who knew? Very good lunch. No huckleberry pie as we had read about, but we did indulge in a huckleberry ice cream cone