My drive out to whatever awaited me at "Racetrack" began to look like it might be a muddy one, as the sky increasingly threatened rain and thunder, and the road deteriorated to a 5mph pot-hole pocked affair, resembling anything but a raceway. But the scenery was grand, and the creek in the campground at the end of the road looked promising enough to mark down for future visits.

I made it into Butte about 8:30 pm, grabbed a fast-food dinner, then headed over to the bustling Butte international airport where I took a nap while waiting for its fourth flight of the day. Adam arrived safe and sound at 11:00, and we made it to Dillon without any nighttime car/deer encounters. Then it was to bed at 1:00 am for a little rest before the start of our first fishing day together.

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