Four floors:  main floor, two upstairs and the basement.  All filled with stuff.

I found it after only one wrong turn.  I gave myself 45 minutes.  It’s called “self-medication”, by the way.  I could have plopped my yoga-pants butt on a bar stool, lit a cigarette, ordered a shot of tequila and told my woes to the bartender, but looking at junk is more my style.

Missoula is a pretty cool little city.

Old Montana Hotel

Yard art? Cool!

Something for the band?

Looks just like my childhood desk. Love the sombrero!

Tony Lama’s, used and abused but still cool.

I came out of here with a pair of $25 boots and a $5 aluminum colander. I barely resisted two handstitched quilts and a tiny cupboard. The prices were reasonable and there was lots to see. Can’t wait to go back next year!