I notice they just jump on their bikes and go. No helmets, glasses, jackets or anything. Looked like fun. Since this is our last night together we decide to go have a drink at a local pub. I think every building in Montana has animal heads on the wall. I’ve never seen so many deer head. I get the impression that Montana is for the hunter. After our drinks (Ronnie even had bourbon) we ride back to our rooms. The next morning we look for a place to have breakfast. We drive up and back but don’t see any place to eat. We ended up asking a local.