We were in deer alley, and it sure as hell earned that name. I couldn't take any more pictures because I was too busy scanning the sides of the road for deer. One after another I'd see em' pop out of the woods, walk up to the edge of the road and stare at me.
They'd run across right in front of me and I'd have to jam on the brakes 'cause half the time they would just stop right there in the road for a second. By the time we cautiously approached the turnoff for the campsite road I'd seen 23 deer cross in front of me, and more on the side of the road.
We found a primitive campsite with a picnic table and set up for the night, storing all our food under the bear-proof trash bins since we didn't have our own bear bag.
Tomorrow we'd head straight for Missoula since Bernie and Shawn both had leaky fork seals and I was way overdue for an oil change. Morning would come early, so off to bed we went without having much of a look around.