September 29: A big day of pedaling to get to Havre, the largest city on the Highline before the divide. I got into town feeling adventurous again, closer to myself than I had been since Sam left. After dinner, I did some prep work: pictures, seat adjustment, tried to fix my rear shifter cable. Unable to repair the last, I went to the local bar next door. despite the warnings about Havre, I found it very chill. The people were friendly and the whiskey cheap. Spent a part of the night talking to a real cowboy named John about horses.

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