lightning in the sky. Actually, there’s no lightnin yet, but the skies look menacing. Meanwhile the entire Missoula area — by which I mean an area roughly the size of Belgium by my reckoning is blanketed in thick smoke, and not Cheech and Chong smoke either (though from some parts of Missoula that wouldn’t be an entirely unreasonable guess. Someone handed me a flier for Hempfest). It’s pretty amazing. I can only assume it’s forest fire related. Anyway, we’re pressing on. Had a delightfully retro lunch at the Uptown Diner — best milkshakes in Missoula! — and now it’s on to Bozeman.