At my last post I think I was somewhere on the boarder of Idaho. That was roughly 400 miles, 10 days, and countless crazy people ago. We are at nearly 600 miles and resting in Rexburg, Idaho with our old friend Laurel who met us at West Yellowstone.
The last few days have ranged from awesome to terrible and everywhere in-between. The 12 was beautiful although not the easiest on a bike, but even with the rain and the terrible condition of the road the sites and hidden hot springs made it worth it. We ended that part of the trip with our first mountain pass through the Lolo Pass and went straight downhill to Missoula. We didn't know that it would take three very strange days to leave the town. The first night we gorged and realized to late that there was no place we could stay anywhere in town and had to come together and get a hotel. The next day was pleasant enough as we visited adventure cycling which basically is a non-profit organization for touring cyclist. Then we were picked up by some guy we met off couch surfing the whole place seemed strange at first, seeing as how all three of us were on some commune in the middle of an Indian reservation, but the place ended up being really nice and a good break from biking. We got dropped back off at Missuola in the afternoon with plans of picking up a few more supplies and taking off to get a half day. Apathy and beers stopped that idea pretty quickly, this is when we met Wolf. Wolf came huffing and puffing on bike as we drank a few tallboys at a park, he sat down by us and dedided to tell us his whole life story of drugs, murdering, and other terrible things. Aside from that he seemed like a nice guy and told us we could crash at his place, we didn't. We did go to the bars and met some nice people that let us crash on their yard. After a late morning we finally left Missoula only to have Justin and Jared forced to ride a few miles back to find Jared's gloves and camera, and Justin had to find a bike shop to fix his bike. After that we finally left the Missoula area.
Down the I-90 we traveled not much there. Stopped at Drummond the first night, it was small town but everyone was nice and the food was great. Running out of time on this computer but the rest of the way through was hard with flats in thunderstorms, running into Jersey shore party's, sleeping in baseball dugouts and being woken up to high pitched homeless people named Billy. Yesterday was tough with strong head winds but we made it to West yellowstone. And now we are hanging with Laurel going crazy all over Rexburg with plans of Yellowstone and Jackson hole. Keep you updated when more happens.
The last few days have ranged from awesome to terrible and everywhere in-between. The 12 was beautiful although not the easiest on a bike, but even with the rain and the terrible condition of the road the sites and hidden hot springs made it worth it. We ended that part of the trip with our first mountain pass through the Lolo Pass and went straight downhill to Missoula. We didn't know that it would take three very strange days to leave the town. The first night we gorged and realized to late that there was no place we could stay anywhere in town and had to come together and get a hotel. The next day was pleasant enough as we visited adventure cycling which basically is a non-profit organization for touring cyclist. Then we were picked up by some guy we met off couch surfing the whole place seemed strange at first, seeing as how all three of us were on some commune in the middle of an Indian reservation, but the place ended up being really nice and a good break from biking. We got dropped back off at Missuola in the afternoon with plans of picking up a few more supplies and taking off to get a half day. Apathy and beers stopped that idea pretty quickly, this is when we met Wolf. Wolf came huffing and puffing on bike as we drank a few tallboys at a park, he sat down by us and dedided to tell us his whole life story of drugs, murdering, and other terrible things. Aside from that he seemed like a nice guy and told us we could crash at his place, we didn't. We did go to the bars and met some nice people that let us crash on their yard. After a late morning we finally left Missoula only to have Justin and Jared forced to ride a few miles back to find Jared's gloves and camera, and Justin had to find a bike shop to fix his bike. After that we finally left the Missoula area.
Down the I-90 we traveled not much there. Stopped at Drummond the first night, it was small town but everyone was nice and the food was great. Running out of time on this computer but the rest of the way through was hard with flats in thunderstorms, running into Jersey shore party's, sleeping in baseball dugouts and being woken up to high pitched homeless people named Billy. Yesterday was tough with strong head winds but we made it to West yellowstone. And now we are hanging with Laurel going crazy all over Rexburg with plans of Yellowstone and Jackson hole. Keep you updated when more happens.
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