Two days up to the blue ridge plateau

Just a bit of background about this year’s tour.

The last ride.

I celebrate the Fourth of July twenty days late, have a serious breakdown, and then contemplate bizzare gas station food.

Another mountain pass, another long day.

More flats. More Headwinds. 

An easy 57 miles to Missoula, and rest.

A beautiful, but mixed day into Drummond.

Over the mountains into and then through Butte.

And early, easy set of miles leads to a difficult but beautiful second act.

A shorter day over the Bozeman pass, and some new friends.

75 cold, wet miles to Livingston, at the base of the front range of the Rocky Mountains, and an end to my journey along the Yellowstone river.

A day cut short, and an undeserved gift.

Two days and Three nights of Grace.

God, help me to see your beauty every day, no matter how bad the day.

The journey to and from Miles City, and being sick while biking through terrible heat.

A harrowing tale of the escape from Glendive. Mostly true. Kind of.

A “short” ride and then a day of rest.

A slow journey over 37 miles from Medora, ND to Wibaux, MT. You don’t want to miss this.