On our way out of Missoula, Kait and I stopped off at the Saturday morning Farmers Market, located downtown next to the Clark Fork River. We’ve done our fare share of farmers markets over the last 2 decades, and this one was the best (well, let’s say that it rivals the Madison Farmers Market). Not just in terms of number of vendors, but because of the quality of the produce, the countless baked goods, the live music at every turn, and the man in the utilikilt selling organic dog treats.
It was hard to leave Missoula–it’s a fun place to hang out in early July. But on we must go, heading north to Whitefish so we can catch a train home. The journey is nearing completion, just a week left of cycling adventure.