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05/14  It's peanut butter jelly time
05/15  Military Ridge
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05/17  Geologists fed me watermelon
05/18  Big Rocks
05/19  The sneaky hills
05/20  Go and Stop
05/21  Whole lot of bluffs
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05/22  Smells like the North Woods
05/23  Stop and they'll get you
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05/25  Solitude and Dragonflies
05/28  Big timber
05/29  Not too proud to push
05/30  Stupid four-wheeler driving losers
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05/31  There be dragons here
06/02  Duluth
06/03  Cruisin' the coast
06/04  I am so biking through the North Woods in a cold rain!
06/05  International Wolf Center
06/06  Finally heading west
06/09  Home on the Iron Range
06/10  Rain and loons
06/11  West of the Mississippi...I think
06/12  No more forest
06/13  "Thank you for not wearing spandex"
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06/16  Flat
06/17  Ticks, rain and work
06/18  Wind
06/19  Deer and hawks
06/20  Perfectly centered
06/23  Peace and Turtles
06/24  Chugging along
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06/25  Push up, roll down, repeat
06/26  Rain Delays
06/27  I must be getting "west"
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07/03  Duct tape, hose clamp and a big iron bar
07/04  The Enchanted Highway
07/06  Something good comes of the rain
07/07  "Do not feed the prairie dogs"
07/08  Biking with bison
07/10  Yellowstone River Valley
07/11  A scarcity of roads
07/15  Tongue River Road
07/16  Reservations
07/17  A short unremarkable day
07/21  "I'm done when I'm done"
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Tongue River Road


Well, I've been on the road for 2 months now.

Miles City was an interesting town. There were actually quite a number of bicycle commuters traveling about the streets. And just as many four-wheelers. I bet there were twenty "casinos" within walking distance of my hotel, but I'm told every one offers only gambling machines. There is a Walmart. I visited it 4 times, and I bought 3 pints of blueberries (my forth visit wasn't conducive to blueberry consumption). There's a bike shop in town called Pedal Power Sports. I visited it to see about getting my seat post fixed. Miles, the proprietor, immediately berated me and told me that the only way I was getting that broken seat post out was with a hack saw and that I should go deal with it. So I did. It took me an hour of careful cutting with a bought hacksaw and a borrowed hammer, screwdriver and pipe wrench, but I got that broken post out of my frame. When I returned, Miles claimed I was the luckiest bleeping bleep he'd seen in 20 years because he didn't think it was ever coming apart. (See, on my ferry ride last year across the Gulf of Mexico the bike was saturated with salt water and some parts are still rusted.)

Miles is an outspoken good-old-boy with a colorful vocabulary. He's a gun nut with a self professed bad attitude, and I personally heard him pronounce mortal judgment on at least four individuals by way of various caliber hand guns. But he's also the kind of guy who gives you his cell number and orders you to call him if you run into problems anywhere. Anyway, he sold me a new seat post (with suspension--nice) and I was on my way.

I finally left Miles City around 8am today and made it about four miles before I felt the need to check the air pressure in my rear tire. I immediately broke the valve stem and followed that up by snapping the end off my air pump. sigh. I had an extra tube, so I pushed my bike to the near-by Grenstiner Angus ranch where the old farmer there let me use his air compressor after marveling at how quickly I ripped my bike apart and put it back together with the new tube. From there I headed back to Miles City and Walmart because I wasn't facing my route without a spare tube and at least a passable pump (which is about as good as you can expect from Walmart -- Pedal Power Sports was closed).

On the road again I soon met Perry who was a customer at Pedal Power while I was there. We talked for a bit and suddenly here comes a bike with a 2 horsepower engine strapped to the back and a trailer holding 200 pounds of gear. Tony had blown his ankle out in a hiking accident and could no longer bike traditionally. But he claimed to get better than 120 mpg.

On I went again. About 10 miles south of Miles City I turned onto Tongue River Road. This road is about 20 miles of pavement and 30 miles of gravel. There are a handful of ranches along the way and little else save grasshoppers. I was told by several people that this would be a nasty ride. It was hot and humid and windy. But I didn't think it too bad. I took a few breaks when I could find shade, refilled my water bottles at a ranch, and I chased about a hundred cows away from a big water tank so I could cool myself down.

As usual I see a lot of horses. However, I got the impression that most of the horses I saw today actually had to work for a living. Normally I call out "what up, money eaters?" That didn't seem appropriate. I guess I need a new derogatory name for them.

About 7pm I was totally out of energy. So I ate a banana and a bunch of salt from the bottom of a bag of pretzels. Potassium and salt are wonder drugs when you've sweated all day.

And then I was in Ashland. Ashland has more trees than I've seen since leaving Minnesota. The dogs are plentiful. A hotel room was cheap. There seems to be an actual small mountain overlooking the town. And I think I'm on an Indian reservation.

Tony and his motor bike

Tongue River Road


mule deer

I can't think of anything snarky to say

an actual mountain

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