Spring in Summer

Missoula was 103 degrees today. I know that because a couple with an overheated engine, halfway up my highest climb yet, told me. They also drew my attention to the spring across the road- delicious. There was also an Amernian from Transylvania taking a break here as well. I never found out if they were together. The Armenian, who was driving a moving truck, was very friendly- a constant smile on his face. He offered to take me into Helena since his truck was empty. He was out in full daylight, so he probably wasn't a vampire, but I respectfully declined.
Truth be told, I actually came upon them on foot. I had given up trying to climb in my smallest gear about a mile back.