Day16. Montana is big. I knew the choice ahead time: either I ride the entire 102 miles to Forsyth, or I stop somewhere along the side of the road and camp. Given my experience with Montana so far, I knew there would be no other choice. And I could not predict what the fickle wind would do.
So I set off around noon- my typical starting time these days- and within five minutes was already out of sight of any civilization. I pedaled on and on with the wind generally at my side until I came to a ''town'' 30 miles later. I say town when it was really nothing more than a number of houses on a hill, with one garage and a small cafe/bar. But thank goodness for that cafe- good food, and a very nice owner who insisted I fill my bottles with their ice and filtered water, and gave me an extra bottle of water as well. She and the other two women in the cafe called me crazy before I left. Not the first time I've heard that.
Miles and miles later I snapped the pictures above. Look carefully. They are in exactly opposite directions from this point:
n 46 38.228, w 107 41.732


1 comment:
These are my favorites shots thus far. They recall the opening credits for Lynch's "Lost Highway" - albeit less eerie. Gawd you must be having an amazing time Tim. So,so envious. Good for you. You will no doubt be a different man upon your return. So fun to share it with you.
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