Under the Bridge

To the Dearborn River & Hwy 200, Montana -- 59.4 miles, 11.6 mph, 2550 ft

We’re off again after our much appreciated rest stop in Great Falls. I don't know how many times over the last two days I though how nice it was that we were not on the bikes. I was so uncomfortable after the last week in the saddle that I bought a new softer seat and an industrial-sized tube of Chamios Butt’r.

Although we planned on an early start, a half dozen interruptions slowed us down, including a last second hunt for Mr. Monster who was mischievously hiding in the bed sheets. It’s fair to say that today marks our first foray into the Rockies with 5000 feet of climbing over the next day and a half.

Lunch at the Simms Store

Miraculously, the expected head winds never really developed and by the afternoon we were revelling in a full fledged tailwind and enjoying the wildlife on the side of the road.

Fifteen feet off the highway, giving us a clear warning

No easy meal for Mr. Coyote

Dex, ever the animal lover

Since, we had little hope of reaching Lincoln, 90 miles from our starting point, we were prepared to find a spot along the road. At mile sixty, we crossed the Dearborn River and that was that. Dex and Kylie were not going to pass up a chance to fish, and there didn't look to be another tree or water suply for at least ten uphill miles. The tent was soon set up under the brIdge, and Dex and Kylie were contentedly fishing. Kylie didn't even bother to take off her helmet. Unfortunately, no fish were biting. Guess we’ll have to postpone the fish dinner for another night.

No fish for dinner tonight