Day 28 – Richardton to New Salem

52 miles. No flat tires!!

We stayed with a Warm Showers host, Joel, who provided shower, bed and a good meal plus he’s an avid baseball fan. I even forgave him his allegiance to the Cubs!

We got on the road early and purchased breakfast at a grocery store as well as a sandwich for lunch later.  The first part of the ride was on a county road, newly paved with almost no traffic… Very nice riding. We rolled through Hebron, a.k.a. “Brick City,” and had a nice long break in the city park of Glen Ullin but shortly after that were forced back on to I-94.

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Break time and email check. (Also the latest Trump and Brexit stories)

Today’s experience was very much more stressful than our other rides on the interstate. Part of if was the road surface, concrete roadway vs. new asphalt, so the tire noise from cars and trucks was much louder and more sibilant. Another part was that the shoulder had almost full width rumble strips so every 20 feet or so we had a 12-18″ strip we had to navigate. But the biggest difference was the huge volume of truck traffic all whizzing by at 75 mph! So we had a not very relaxing 11 mile stretch on the highway before we exited back onto another small two lane road. Whew!

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This corn definitely qualifies as “knee high by the Fourth of July.”

We biked to New Salem to stay for the night. New Salem is Home to Salem Sue, the world’s largest Holstein cow sculpture – 38 feet high and 50 feet long. It rivals the world’s largest Bison and the world’s largest catfish sculptures in nearby North Dakota towns.

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Tomorrow we are on to Bismarck.

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The German Evangelical Lutheran church in historic Old Salem.

Day 27 -Dickinson to Richardton

29 miles.  Maja’s Birthday!!!!

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We had planned on a short day today since we had a package to pick up from REI, stuff to mail back and a quick visit to the local bike shop to see if the mechanic could fix a problem Maja is having with her rear shifter. Well … the REI package arrived a week ago or so and the post office has a 4 day hold policy so it was sent back!! We did manage to get the tent etc. sent back to PHX via UPS so cross that off the list. We got to the bike shop early hoping that someone could look at the shifting and Jason, the mechanic, spent 45 minutes or so straightening a problem with the cable and shifter then noticed that Maja’s chain had an issue so did some repairs to that, too. She took the bike out for a test drive and Jason tweaked things then announced that he wasn’t going to charge us anything! “It’s how we treat travelers,” he said!  Kindness of strangers department yet again.

Returning to our hotel to pack up, I found that my brand new rear tire was flat!  Over 3 weeks on the road without any tire problems and now 4 flats or so in the last 3 days. I pumped the tire up enough to limp back to Jason and he installed a new one that we paid for this time!

Our ride was uneventful and very short. We have been sitting in the local grocery store for an hour (they have wi fi) waiting for our Warm Showers host to get home.  We are bringing some food and a birthday dessert tonight to the raucous celebration!

Tomorrow we’re back on the road for real and hope to be in Fargo (oh jeez!) for the 4th.

 

Musings (6)

9:2

I wonder when men stopped taking their hats off indoors?  It seems that every table in every restaurant we’ve eaten in has at least one man with a baseball cap on.  Why is that?  So it was refreshing, at the Medora Musical last night, when all the men took off their hats as we all stood to the song:  I’m Proud to be an American.  Charles will have written more in his posting, but it was a fun evening.

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The flags were whipping at the Medora Musical!  We were worried that our tent would be gone by the time we got back to the campground, given the high winds, but it hadn’t budged in our absence

And again we’ve had some great people experiences.  As we were walking the couple of miles uphill to the Medora Musical, a couple in a car offered us a ride up.  They also said they would drive us back down afterwards if we didn’t want to walk.  And as we were waiting for the parking lot to clear out after the Musical, they asked if we wanted to spend the night at their house in Dickinson where we planned to be the following night. How nice was that?  Unfortunately, Charles had already paid for a motel room, so we had to decline.  But we really appreciated their offer of hospitality.  How often would any of that happen in Phoenix, Washington, Brussels or wherever you live?  Or, when was the last time you asked a stranger into your home?  Then yesterday, on our ride into town, we stopped by a truck selling cherries from Washington State.  The owner, who said he had also done some distance biking (in Uganda and Japan of all places), said that cherries for cyclists were free and we walked away, or rather cycled away, with a pound of incredibly delicious cherries.  There isn’t a day that goes by without some unexpected kindness from a total stranger.

One of the things that we end up paying attention to as we’re biking along is street names.  The other day we passed a street called Do Drop In.  Really!  Today, in the middle of nowhere North Dakota we passed the below street:

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The intersection of 36th St and 134th Avenue!

I guess my East coast sensibilities still have me thinking of Avenues as something grand, not country dirt roads.  A couple of “blocks” later we saw 132 1/2 R Avenue.  Funny.

One of the things I love about this trip is that we get to see, close up, states we’ve never even been in before and, in the case of North Dakota, states we haven’t ever known anyone from.  Now we’ve seen thousands of North Dakotans and met a lot.  My expectations were for a state that was boring, flat, non-descript.  It has been anything but.  Very beautiful countryside and incredibly varied, from fields of rye and clover, to the gorgeous, albeit somewhat desolate, Painted Canyon, to the Bad Lands and rolling hills.  And while the population is pretty monochromatic, we had a really good Mexican dinner last night, right next to our motel.  It rivals Mexican dinners we’ve had in Arizona.  We also saw our first oil well of the trip here.

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Our first oil well on the outskirts of Dickinson, ND

Later on we saw one in Dickinson in the middle of a residential area…

Today is my birthday.  We’re celebrating with a leisurely moving, a day full of errands and a short ride to our final destination of Richardton where our warm showers host will be waiting for us.

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The Medora Musical stage in the middle of the Badlands.

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Song and dance at the Medora Musical.  What an amazing setting!

 

Day 26 – Medora to Dickinson

40 miles.  Not bad for a rest day!

First, I’ll remind you to take another look at yesterday’s revised posting. Now that we’re in the sphere of reasonably good wi fi I have updated that day with photos etc.

Now to today. Late yesterday, after looking at the predicted winds, we decided to forego our rest day and take advantage of the westerly breezes to help us at least part way on our trek.  We have some things being shipped to us in Dickinson at the PO so we went ahead and packed up to ride. The first rude awakening was that we had two flat tires … one each.  I replaced Maja’s then started on mine. In the process of searching for the offending needle like piece of metal in my tire, I was shocked to find that the tread on my rear tire was worn almost all the way through revealing the bias ply just covering the tube!

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Early morning bike repair

Very fortunately, Medora has an “awesome” bike shop and, hallelujah, they were open on Sunday morning! Just over 100$ later I had two new tires and two new tubes.  The woman at the shop, Jennifer – who, it turns out, spends winters in the Phoenix area – said that the Continental tires that came with our bikes are not long lasting, something about the rubber compound being soft.

Needless to say, I would have been very nervous about riding on the nearly worn through tire so it was a huge relief to have found a solution before we even got on the road!

Jennifer also recommended a less traveled route that allowed us to get off of I-94 and enjoy a relatively quiet, wind aided ride into Dickinson.  Tomorrow we will pick up the items mailed to us and – big decision – ship back to Phoenix our camping gear. We have found the night’s sleep we get camping not as restorative as staying in motels or with our Warm Showers hosts so we are unburdening our load a little. Another thought is that as we proceed eastward and deeper into the summer, the days and nights will be increasingly hot making air conditioned motels all the more attractive.

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Our last tenting site

We pulled off the road to an overlook featuring a scenic vista of The Painted Canyon.

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The Painted Canyon in The Badlands. I learned that the term refers to a geological formation and not just to this area of North Dakota. The word is a translation of Mauvaises Terres so named because the soil is dry, crumbly and doesn’t hold together.

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Our bikes at the overlook. While at the bike shop, a passerby noticed the Wright Foundation logo and said to the owner of the bike shop, “Ask that guy if the inventor of Lincoln Logs wasn’t Frank Lloyd Wright’s son.” A cigar to that gentleman!

 

Day 25 – Glendive to Medora, ND

61 miles. Finally out of Montana.

We expected wind today in our favor so timed our departure to take advantage of it. Today our route had us riding on Interstate 94 and with the wind advantage we expected to make great time. At first the boost from the breeze was a little disappointing given that the forecast was for stronger wind but we still appreciated the all day help.

At first blush cycling on the Interstate sounds terrifying but the reality is that the shoulder is very wide and the road surface fairly smooth. It was a lot less scary than some of the seller roads we have been on over the past three weeks if only because the cars and trucks weren’t so close.

 

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Finally out of Montana

not good wi fi coverage so I’ll add photos tomorrow

one last thing. we’ll give details tomorrow, we want to the Medora Musical. Great experience and thanks to Jay and Carrie for the ride and conversation.

OK. I’m back with the promised details and photos. We are in Dickinson on day 26 and have fairly good broadband so I’ll update.

Medora is home to the Medora Musical, a 90 minute stage show put on every night of the summer in a beautiful amphitheater with the backdrop being the Badlands. The show has been described as “A high school musical for adults” and is a sometimes corny but still professional evening of song, dance, country music, patriotism and a little bit of history – namely the influence that this area of the Badlands had on Teddy Roosevelt.

Before the show, the tradition is a Steak Fondue Dinner and on this evening they served 1000 people! The steaks are put on the tines of pitchforks and dunked into boiling soy oil for a short time then allowed to rest then served.

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The strong wind that helped us get to Medora so fast this morning continued right up to showtime but the amphitheater shields the stage so on with the show! The opening featured horses and riders and the singing of the national anthem.  The MC had been a  child actor in the Musical years ago and now was in the spotlight.

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Medora Musical on stage

Among the acts such as a tribute to our National Parks, a country gospel segment, and a rodeo tribute was the featured performer, Todd Oliver and his dog Irving, a ventriloquist with an amazing way of making the dog open his mouth as though he were talking! This guy had been on America’s Got Talent and the Tonight Show and was really exceptionally good. The funniest bit was two volunteers from the audience on stage with Todd. It’s difficult to describe the schtick but he asked the volunteers to open their mouths whenever he squeezed the back of their necks. With their mouths open, he put sounds  and words in their mouths with his ventriloquist’s skill. As I said, it is difficult to accurately describe the routine. You can search Todd Oliver on YouTube and get a flavor of his bit.

The end of the show was a reenactment of The Rough Riders charge up San Juan Hill and after that a rousing rendition of Lee Greenwood’s “God Bless the USA”and the evening was truly over.

Day 24 – Circle to Glendive

50 miles. Very pleasant riding … With one exception.

“Somedays are diamonds and some days are stones” J. Denver. Yesterday definitely was a big old, mud encrusted, worthless piece of rock and today, while not a perfect gemstone was fun biking on a cloudless day on a reasonable road. What more can one ask for?

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We leave the acres of farmland and begin into a different landscape.  The sky was a much paler blue today.

We awoke and got on the road by 7, taking a state highway south east to Glendive and the Yellowstone River. It was so nice to be running the ridge of this hill system instead of crossing numerous ridges against the wind, as we did yesterday.  Early on we met two cyclists heading from Portland, OR, to Chicago and they, too, attested to yesterday being (in his words), “The worst day of cycling I have ever had!” We were corroborated! Yesterday really was horrible … It wasn’t just us.

We cycled on nearly empty roads for many miles, the wind, what little there was, from our left. We ran through a new landscape, the precursor to the Badlands we will see in North Dakota.  There were many old trestle bridges but the rail line here is weed covered and ostensibly abandoned.

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Our first glimpse of the Badlands

Biking either downhill, level or slightly uphill we made very good time and were congratulating ourselves at our projected early arrival in Glendive. That was the time when Maja found she had a leak in her rear tire. There was no shoulder to retreat to so we moved as far off the road as we could and replaced the tire. That process involves unloading the bike, taking off the rear wheel, removing the old tire, finding the cause of the leak (in this case two small staple size pieces of metal probably from one of the many shattered truck retreads along side the road), installing a new tube then replacing everything.  The repair was a success and we cruised (or limped) into Glendive.

Tomorrow we head into North Dakota and we are allowed to ride on Interstate 94 since the smaller parallel roads are, for the most, dirt except for stretches of Old Highway 10.

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The view of my “office”

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And the road ahead. The divots next to the white line are the ubiquitous rumble strips that will definitely jar some fillings loose if you wander onto them. Our path is the shoulder between the rumble strip and the grass – for the most part. 

Musings (5)

8:1

Well, I’m officially over feeling sorry for myself and full into feeling sorry for the Brits and the EU.  Condolences to all of our British friends in Brussels.  What a depressing outcome.  Brexit leaders are already admitting that they exaggerated (read:  lied about) the advantages of leaving the EU and the downsides of staying.  Brady just texted that the most googled question in the UK now is “What is the EU?”  Truth…

As I was riding today (much better on all fronts) I was thinking about how all of our senses play a much bigger role when we’re outside on our bikes, but particularly our sense of smell.  Obviously, through our photos we’re sharing what we see.  But we can’t really share what we hear, smell or feel.  For the most part, our ears are filled with the sounds of passing cars, trucks and semis and trains.  We’ve gotten quite good at identifying what’s coming up behind us. But we also hear a lot of birds–many of which are new to us.  Smells on the road are numerous.  In Washington and Idaho we smelled a lot of pine, especially when trucks carrying logs came whizzing but, but also as we traveled through forests and past lumber mills.  The smell of decaying carcasses is a frequent one, even when we can’t see the dead animals.  The odor of skunk is one that hits us quite often.  Over the past two days we’ve biked past road crews cutting grasses along the edge of the freeways, so the smell of freshly mowed grass and sweet alfalfa accompanies us.  We also smell cattle, horses and manure.  And every once in a while we’ll smell what someone’s cooking for breakfast or dinner (if we’re on the road that late, which is not that often).  For me, the smells along the road have become an interesting and enjoyable part of my ride.

Believe it or not, now that we’ve turned off the hi-line and the neighboring BNSF railroad tracks, I find that I actually miss seeing the trains, counting the cars as the trains pass, and listening the the train whistles and the sounds the cars make as they pass us buy.  We did ride next to an abandoned track today.  Quite scenic…

We’re still enjoying ourselves most of the time.  I realize that the worst thing for me is a headwind.  I’ll just have to make sure I mentally prepare myself better for days that I know are going to include a headwind.  Luckily, tomorrow we’re supposed to have a very strong tailwind and I’m getting a massage in Medora.  Yippee!

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Nature taking over an abandoned railway line

Musings (4)

Dies horribilis:  Wind, hills and more wind.  Some marital strife.  Landscape was pretty, but monotonous.  Today was the Brexit vote.  I hope the stay voters win so I don’t have to stop feeling sorry for myself and start feeling sorry for the UK and EU.  I guess we’ll know the results tomorrow.

We rode through only one little town called Vida.  It had a post office, two churches and a bar.  Interesting combination.

Today we rode past several crude billboards with anti-meth messages.  Meth is quite a scourge in the more rural areas of the country, and Montana is no exception.  According to some of our warm showers hosts, it’s a particular problem on the Reservations.  It’s so sad.  Hope to be more upbeat over the coming days. 🙂

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One of the meth-related signs we’ve seen.  Another showed a mirror reflection of a skeleton head saying something like “The true reflection of meth.”

Day 23 – Wolf Point to Circle

52 miles. Another “heroic” struggle against the wind.

We had a great plan today, to make 102 miles from Wolf Point to Glendive, putting us on the threshold of stepping into North Dakota. As is said, “no battle plan survives contact with the enemy.” Today the wind was our enemy so our plan flew by the wayside after 6 hours or so of hard pedaling, we even had to pedal going downhill! We sought refuge in the little agricultural town of Circle where anti-meth posters compete with new John Deere tractors for attention on Main Street.

There is only one motel in town, the other two are boarded up, so our choice was limited. But run down as it is, the motel gets us out of the wind and even has wi-fi.

Our trek today took us south east away from the Hi Line and the BNSF railroad. We crossed the Missouri River and then the fun began. The road crosses a series of ridges that separate the Missouri drainage and the Yellowstone River so we were constantly up but very little down thus far.  The up hills lead to plateaus and then more up hills all to the background of the wind buffeting us and whistling in our ears. On coming trucks provide a passing air dam that at times can bring a cyclist almost to a halt. Trucks passing on our side give one a shocking push but then the draft can push the bicycle away or even suck the bike into the whirlwind behind the truck. So the ride was stressful!

The landscape we are riding through is of vast fields of sweet smelling clover and wheat all bright green. That hue against the cloudless blue of the Big Sky reminds me of the Tellytubby set!

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Tellytubbies?

The wind direction is predicted to shift to be from the north tomorrow so we’ll have a little advantage since we will be heading east toward Glendive.

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Shiny new grain storage and a tiny little church.

 

Human interest

8:1

Before I start on the title subject, I have to say that Mother Nature is incredibly fickle!  The wonderful tail wind we experienced Sunday turned into a head wind two days ago and yesterday and we had one of our worst biking days ever.  Up hills were made doubly difficult and we had to peddle down hill, which is super frustrating.  We came this close to accepting an offer from a kind woman to throw our bikes into her pickup for a ride to Glasgow, our destination for the day, 30 miles down the road.  But, we soldiered on and arrived in Glasgow a couple hours later than anticipated, but under our own power.  Yay!  That said, Charles was very discouraged and was not in the mood for much of a ride today and our cheeks (not the ones on our faces) literally have dents in them from the saddles! So we cut the ride short–48 miles–and have been spending the afternoon resting and catching up on emails, ordering various things on line for delivery at future warm shower hosts, etc.

Speaking of warm shower hosts… You have heard some from Charles about our most recent stays.  I cannot say enough kind things about them.  They go out of their way to welcome us into their homes, often treating us to dinner and/or breakfast.  We learn so much from them about the local communities through which we’re traveling and have without exception had very interesting conversations.  These are all people we would be proud to have as friends.  The day before yesterday we spent the night with a young man (a year older than Brady) who shared his almost unfurnished home with us.  He had recently moved to Malta, MT and had yet to acquire much furniture.  We slept on the floor of his empty guest bedroom.  As Charles mentioned, he fixed dinner for us, invited a friend over to share it with us, lent me a sleeping pad since mine had mysteriously disappeared, and shared his knowledge of alternative biking routes and local lore.  I hope his parents know what a wonderful young man he is!  Yesterday we stayed with a wonderful couple in Glasgow, whom Charles has also described.  Again, they went out of their way to make us feel welcome–picking us up from town and chauffeuring us and our bikes to their place, making us a great dinner and breakfast, but most of all, entertaining us with wonderful conversation.  We learned so much from them about cattle and breeding (one tidbit of info: the difference between a steer and a bull is that a bull still has all of its moving parts, if you get my drift), the various towns we’re riding through, the travels they’ve done, their kids and the great things they’re doing…  I could go on and on.  We have been truly lucky to meet these fine people and look forward to meeting our future warm shower hosts.

Not everyone we have met has been a paragon of human virtue…  Yesterday, as we were struggling up one of the larger hills of the day with significant headwinds, a fellow rider going the other direction and benefitting from a huge tailwind, crossed over to our side of the road and stopped us, basically to gloat about how wonderful it was to ride with a tailwind.  Not only was this bad form to stop a biker on the way up a hill, but also bad etiquette to gloat.  We didn’t stop long to chat.

Our aches and pains were aggravated by the last couple of days of tough riding.  The knots in my left shoulder are so painful that I can’t look over my left shoulder, which means I always have to ask Charles if the road is clear whenever I want to turn left.  The shoulder also hurts non-stop when I’m riding and is all but unbearable.  I’m hoping to get a birthday massage in Bismarck where we will be taking a day off.  Derrière pain is also a constant.  Charles’ hands continue to bother him and the weather we’ve had over the past several days has resulted in him feeling his knees as well as other old injuries that he hasn’t felt in years.  But, I guess all of these pains give us something to think about during our long rides.  Ha ha…

Anyway, if there’s one message I want to leave all of you with, it’s that there are a lot of really wonderful people out there.  We’ve been enjoying getting to know them, whether over dinner or just at rest stops.  It’s been a really unexpected pleasure of our ride.