Pavement smooths, houses appear and soon we’re back in civilization. Darby, Montana doesn’t look like a very big town so I stop ahead of the first café I see. We’ll get a cooked meal before returning to mountains.
“Do you have beer?” I ask the young waitress after we’ve been led to a table. I’m a little worried since I didn’t see any taps.
“No, we don’t have beer.” She almost seems to put a fine point on it.
Fluorescent lights and unadorned, white walls make me wish we’d found a place with some character and cold beer. But not so much as to leave now that we’ve settled in.