Bozeman

Drove from Yellowstone and camped about 20 miles north of Bozeman.  Got up early the next day and hit the streets with Basso.  Bozeman is a cool town; so cool in fact that I posted up for a full two days!  While I was perusing, I rode through Montana State University and stumbled into a tailgate.  After some "suave" encounters I landed myself a free student ticket for the fourth quarter to witness the decimation of the Bengals (not sure what school).  Halloween Saturday was on my radar but the closest camp-site was almost 12 miles outside of town.  So I contacted Morgan, a friend from Raleigh, who had told me she had a cousin in Bozeman.  She linked me up with Emily (right grandma) and Emma (left grandma).  We had an ultra-rad time downtown - the last thing I thought when packing was "I need a costume!"... So I didn't bother changing, and I wore my sunglasses all night telling people I was "Too Cool For School".  The next day consisted of a little bit of recovering and some art. This followed by an early evening departure for the next campsite about 150 miles northwest.