Ok, today, we went back to the Zimmerman trail, but we went with a purpose – to find where the locals get on the trail originally, not stumbling into it mid-trail. It turns out it’s pretty easy, but even though it’s in plain sight, it’s invisible.

Also, start of day, went by an auto parts store to buy a brake light bulb for the truck. What’s with light bulbs on this trip? A few days ago, I was sitting in the trailer – it’s old, so not everything works. It has two overhead light fixtures, but only one of them works. I was sitting there, reading something, when all of a sudden I thought “Hmmm … if anything happens to that light bulb, we’re screwed!”. No reason for anything to happen, so I kept reading. Not fifteen minutes later, the bulb burned out! Prescience is not all it’s cracked up to be. Of course, maybe I was also prescient a few weeks ago, when I tried to fix the other fixture by putting a new bulb in it – that didn’t fix it, but I went ahead and left the new bulb in it. That’s where my spare bulb came from! Maybe sometimes prescience is good!

Anyway, to start searching for the elusive start of Zimmerman, we parked at the Boothill Cemetery, far beyond the easter edge of the Z trail, so we were sure to be far enough out. Here’s a shot of the sign:

And here’s the cemetery itself:

And here’s the parking lot, in all its glory:

When on the Z trail, I took another panoramic:

Another great ride!

Tomorrow, we go to Red Lodge, Montana!