Back in the Livingston area the weather improves again; looks like the rain and low clouds are confined to the Paradise Valley. After landing at the Livingston airport we meet up with Bob, who was at the Flying Y when we passed over and has driven 30 minutes over to Livingston to pick us up and take us to Chico. Bob deserves a Stemme ride, but it's cold and windy and we decide to fold up the wings and call it a day. Note the windsock standing straight out and recall I mentioned earlier that Livingston is known far and wide as the wind capital of Montana.