Well a lot has happened since I last posted. For one I have driven 2400 miles across the United States and then biked about 250 miles through the most amazing country I have ever seen. I will, however, start at the beginning.
|The Badlands in North Dakota|
|Motel Room full of bikes|
|Joseph at the Roosville Port of Entry|
| Only about one mile into a 2500 mile ride|
The first day was amazing! We started out on the valley floor for about 20 miles or so and then climbed up and over Whitefish Divide. I was scared we would run into some snow but luckily we didn't have to contend with much.
After the descent off of Whitefish in which we saw no bears, (I was disappointed, Joseph was NOT!) we headed toward the tiny town of Polebridge and for a while paralleled the western border of Glacier National Park. In the following picture the snow-capped mountains you see are in Glacier.
We soon ran into snow on the climb up to Red Meadow Lake. We estimated we had to push our bikes for at least three miles or so. That night we camped alongside a lake straight out of a postcard called Upper Whitefish Lake. We also met a fellow Divide cyclist called Gary and some guy from Kansas that said he was having trouble on the climbs. I wonder why! :)
|Pushing through the snow|
|Red Meadow Lake|
The next morning we set out from camp at around 8 and pushed the pace to get back into Whitefish to eat a good breakfast. The route that day was fairly flat and mostly paved so we got in a decent amount of miles in spite of a brutal headwind almost all day. We were able to make it to Ferndale and camped at a cyclist camping area. We were hoping to get a shower but were disappointed to see there weren't any facilities for that. :(
|Joseph suffering in silence. (Notice the ominous rain clouds)|
|The descent was amazing off the other side!|
We were planning on a long day but had to adjust the mileage we were able to do. We camped at Holland Lake and tried to lift our spirits with piping hot meal of pasta and spiced cider. It all tasted great but we were soon chased into our tent by yet another rain shower. We took advantage of the bathrooms at the campsite to take some "showers," also known as wet wipes and cold water to sluice the grit out of our hair.
|Three Days on the Divide|
|Imagine waking up to this!|