A day in Missoula, by the numbers

7 days I’ve been here, and

1 gorgeous one without any rain (today)

3 bookstores visited

2 books checked out from

1 library

0 dollars spent on the bus (free for election day)

15 on a bike, for

30 days (and likely a few extra, cause the guy was really nice)

8 (or was it 9? -ish) random awesome stores perused, and

1000s of cool things looked at in them

Dozens of restaurants passed by, just

1 eaten at, though (the Hob Nob, pretty solid veggie burger, with apricot chutney)

7 hours (I think) spent going around a huge city of

68,000, (which in Orange County would be something like the

18th in size, and even in Connecticut, the

11th)

Here and now, though, I'm in Montana. Utterly gorgeous Montana. Missoula, Montana, to be exact. It’s a tree-hugging, Rocky Mountain lover’s paradise, and I’m relaxing on that desert island. Or, rather, mountaintop.