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.

My longest day yet, probably more than 80 total miles. Difficult but beautiful.

A long, but good day. 72 miles across varied, desolate, but beautiful rolling hills.

An actual easy day that spans the 46 miles from Steele to my stopping point in Bismark, ND

A difficult day with 17mph winds, portages, bar food, and a lot of unexpected stuff. BUT MORALE IS STILL HIGH.

Unexpected tears when considering our history within the Dakotas.

Sometimes the “easy” days can be the worst. But at least I got cheesecake.

Beautiful, but difficult landscape and the journey across the North Dakota prarie.

52 miles from Detroit Lakes to Fargo. Wet wet miles.

I resume my trip making miles across the hills of Minnesota.

All the days you’ve missed, wrapped up in one little bow.

The codes that bind us and their dire consequences. A reflection.

A fine day before all hell breaks loose.