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| On their third day in 1968, it was 102 degrees in the shade; heat was everywhere. The streets and sidewalks of Bowman were deserted; everyone was inside. Passing through Marmarth on their third day, they didn't even stop for a rest and went directly on. A sign by the road announced the crossing into Montana. "Sylvia waves her arms up and down and I beep the horn in response, but when I look at the sign my feelings are not jubilant at all. For me its information causes a sudden inward tension that can’t exist for them. They’ve no way of knowing we’re now in the country where he lived." After crossing the border into Montana, they stopped in the town of Baker. Appropriately, it was 108 in the shade; however, in 1978, we didn't - bake that is. Soon they reached the top of a climb "dry again but cool now and stop, overlooking a huge valley and river below." They spent their third night in Miles City, Montana. They were stupid with exhaustion; when John tried to register, he couldn’t remember Pirsig's name. Afterward they walked up and down the main streets and felt like a family. | ||