On the morning of Sat. Matt suggested we go to his favorite local breakfast stop, The Western. Anyone who knows Matt knows how much he loves his local slice of heaven experienced only at dive cafe style restaurants. These are the kind of places where you risk having more grease on your plate than food and coffee is served by a friendly yet tired waitress with a name like Marty. Somewhere you can belly up to the bar and swap life stories with truckers and farmers alike. This place was no exception other than that the walks were decorated with old newspaper clippings from Bozeman dating back to the 20s.
After breakfast we hung around town for a bit, then returned to the house. Around 3pm we took off for a bike ride on Bozeman Trial to a lake we'd heard about. It took us only 2 miles to get to the trail yet from that point on it would be another 10 miles up a very steep and rocky 4 wheeler road. We struggled through it and reached an amazingly beautiful lake as our prize. Or so we thought. It got even better as we began riding back down. We were thrilled by the 30 minute roller ride that threw us around bends and over rocks at high speeds.
Once back at the house we ate and crashed early again. The next day would be a busy one.
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