Last Saturday we left Cody by 7:30 AM, with a quick stop to peek inside the doors of Buffalo  Bill’s famous Irma Hotel.

The main street through Cody at 8 AM.

Inside the Irma.

And then we headed north again, to pick up I-80 and head west.

We stopped in Bozeman for lunch and some banjo-shopping and Music Villa.   They had a 1920’s Vega tenor banjo that made Banjo Man’s heart beat a little faster but, alas, it needed a bit of work and cost more than was in the Banjo Man Budget.

But there was this, one of my favorite on-the-road restaurants:

Can you see the sign?

Three heavenly words:  lemon blueberry pancakes.

And then it was my turn to drive, so in a post lemon blueberry glow, I got behind the wheel and headed West.

West!!!!

We would be staying in Missoula, right next to our favorite pizza place.

Pizza is my favorite food.

At dinnertime we were about three hours and 170 miles away from our summer home.

Hallelujah!