54 Miles, 1239 miles total.
If we could find a secret passage through which we could bike in Montana all the way to the east coast, I would take that path. We don’t know of that route, so this is likely the last night in Montana. We’ve been traveling through the state for a long time, and the scenery and friendly people will be missed.
Today started with great velocity, even though a long climb started the day out of Billings, MT. Mid-day the complicated flat tire out on the plains zapped our energy. Upon repair, a large shared bag of potato chips and a beer in the nearest town lifted our spirits, but not enough to go further today.
An odd and goofy thing happened today as well. After returning to our campsite and enjoying pizza for dinner, my tent had vanished. After some pondering and searching, Colin found it sitting perfectly fine on the other site of a fence in an adjacent field. This creeped me out for a bit, though as it turns out another camper had witnessed a freak gust of wind gently lift and reposition the tent. It is retrieved now and functioning perfectly in its intended spot.
Tomorrow it is on to Wyoming for a few days, then the Badlands of South Dakota. Life is good.
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