day. But I guess that's how those sort of days start. We stayed with a couch surfer and great guy, Bob. He knew the town well and was more then happy to show us his favorite micro-breweries and foods. We had a great time sharing stories and eating an awesome burrito, ready for this combo: wasabi, curry, buffalo, burrito! We headed off the very next day to an unexpected surprise.
A side note about couch surfing: I have believed for some time that people are generally good and kind, but I have not been prepared for the shamless acts of kindness I have been privy to, on my adventure
. The whole idea of couch surfers and trying to make the world a better place, one couch at a time, could be a nieve idea. But I have seen first hand, the love and kindness people can show to a complete stranger, and it can be overwhelming. I have become a full advocate of the couch surfing community and spirit. It's what people did before there were hotels and hostels, and in my opinion, is the only way to travel and get the true taste and touch, of a new place. Plus, you save a lot of money on stuff that's not really important. Now, for you old folks, I know what your thinking. "Brandon, you're so easy to please." Well, you're right. But you
could offer a couch to a stranger... The people you meet somewhere are what make a place special and couch surfers have turned out to be very special people.
Instead of driving back through the Tetons and Yellowstone, which would have taken hours, we drove north, strait through Idaho and headed to Missoula, Montana. On the way we stopped at a local brewery and sampled the spirits. Little did we know we would hit two more breweries that