After another night, I left yellowstone and made my way to Butte. Barely making it out of town I noticed a cute little bar known as "Happy Hour". After reaching Butte, I realized I didn't really want to stay in Butte and trucked onwards to Missoula. The day was young and I was feeling good. Reaching Drummond, I met a man named RG French who told about Phillipsburg, and together we rode down there. After passing up some scenic shots I told RG, I have to let him go, as I wanted to do some photography. The nice man understood and wished me luck on my travels and took off. These enduro boys showed up after I had already paid and was on my way out.