Bozeman was a perfect pit stop for us, since my good friend Ellie and her husband Sam own a condo there, which was vacant as we passed through. We enjoyed a couple delicious meals at yuppie-foodie restaurants, gave Duane a bath at a pet grooming store, watched as Duane immediately afterward jumped in a pond at the dog park, and enjoyed a vigorous 7.5 mile hike to Storm Castle Peak (pictured above). The views from the top of the hike were breathtaking (as was the hike), and Duane and Alex were not afraid of the heights, as you can see.
We ate lunch in this lovely key hole.
Forget Clifford, I prefer Duane the Big Yellow Dog.