Day 12 & 13: Saco, MT - Glendive, MT
Distance: 201 miles
Vertical: 3,665 feet
It's crazy to think that we only left for this trip two weeks ago, we've gotten into a routine which feels really normal to us now, but is by no means normal at all. We get up at 6 (well I get up and force Matt and Nigel to get up too), shower (if we can), pack up our stuff, eat breakfast, bike (a lot), eat a foot-long Subway sandwich as a snack (yes, snack), shower (again if we can), eat dinner, make online updates, sleep and then repeat the whole thing over again.
Most of our riding in Montana has been done on Highway 2 which has gotten pretty monotonous to say the least. After coming out of the Rockies, it's just been a whole lot of hilly grass land. There's a little town about every 20 miles and every one looks exactly the same. Occasionally we come upon some larger ones and we evaluate their size based on the number of fast food restaurants. Surprisingly, it's just slightly more common to find a Subway than a McDonald's.
Speaking of which, I'm not normally one to praise fast food because my diet consists only of quinoa, kale and whole-grain bread crumbs, but McDonald's are a luxury on par with a shower and clean clothes. Not only do you walk in there and get blasted with air-conditioning and a desire to buy a large fries (which smell so damn good), but you also get Wi-Fi, cold water and ice. I normally don't even buy anything, I just go in there and enjoy free internet and a cold place to sit, the employees are normally busy enough with other customers that they just ignore Matt, Nigel and me. Even if they weren't busy no one is going to kick out a bearded, over-sized infant and his two travel companions, that's just rude.
Our luck today didn't bring us to a McDonald's, instead it brought us tailwinds which we had only dreamed about before. Although the first 55 miles of our trip was South which put us perpendicular to the Eastbound winds we spent the last 47 miles of our ride working with the wind at our backs. Not only that but the last 30 miles of the ride were on a continuous, gradual downhill. It was essentially the blue-eyes white dragon of the cycling world.
Now, I just want to take a second to thank everyone who has housed us for the last couple days. As we've said before, we have been finding places to stay by the craziest connections. Eventually it's going to be the six degrees of the Cycle for Charvat. A huge thanks goes out to the Maxwells, the Solbergs and the Baxters who have been so welcoming to us. Each of our different home stays has been amazing and we have had such a great time developing relationships with these people who we were fortunate enough to cross paths with. Also, thank you to the Baxters for letting me love your dog, Brutus. Being able to hug a German Shepherd that adorable has made me able to die a happy (and exhausted) man.
I wish I had a dog,