We gassed up; Kitty met a couple people at the gas station including a startled guy who was headed into the bar to start his day's work.
"It's a cat!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, it is," Louise replied. With that he opened the bar door and disappeared inside alone, as much as Leesha wanted to follow him in.
Big Porcupine Creek Road: While US HWY 12 was entertaining enough, there was too much traffic (by Eastern Montana standards that means a pickup every five or ten minutes) and it was, after all, pavement, so Louise found a "long cut" up sparsely inhabited Big Porcupine Creek.
After a roadside stop to watch the last sun disappear behind the Crazies, we hot-footed it for Big Timber and I-90 into Bozeman. For us, getting in there before 10:00 pm was a win. And even with the lost grail of Lake Mason unfound, it was a very good day on the road.