...is just a small, one-strip town, where if you sit long enough at the cafe today you'll see loaded bikes rolling in from all directions. Said goodbye to Canada, a peaceful, epic place that i'll return to soon; hello to the US, with its vast Montana skies and super-large, super-friendly everything. Feeling much less daunted now that I'm here with other Great Dividers to share thoughts and worries with; amusingly we're all aiming for the golden 20 day time so if things go to plan for everybody it might as well end up being one very long stage race. Much talk of how the Tour Divide is panning out, and hopes that they were at least organised whn trudging through the snow pack and have trod us a nice neat path to follow.. No bears yet but I'm keeping tight hold on my bear spray, bell and singing voice; the 380 miles I've ridden to get here have been the remotest of my life and I confess to being very, very scared and lonely at times, and equally exhilerated by the size of this place. A little more nail biting to come this evening and then, tomorrow, a final coffee and we're off.