From High River, down 2 and US 89, then I 90 to Billings, MT. A mostly rainy day. A motorcycle blocked my way on the Montana mountain curves, and opened up gas on the straights to prevent me from passing. A deer hit me on US 89 before it joined I 90, which got me even more depressed, not just about the fender [s]he took out. I am sure it was not the deer's day either.

US 89 was the last scenic stretch I planned to take before heading home with some haste. It was raining. It was also raining on I 90 and generally misable, with poor visibility, lots of construction, and poor drivers hopefully with better night vision than I.

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