Back over the continental divide into Montana, 14 miles later! |
1st time over the continental divide into Idaho |
High lake in Idaho in the slanting morning light |
Back over the continental divide it felt like I was going backwards but a long downhill soon cheered me up, my North America Atlas suggested a smooth downhill all day, but failed to mention another 6,900 ft pass intothe old wild west, an old gold mining valley complete with ghost towns, wrecked river beds from dredging and stories of vigilantes, heros and villains - An early sheriff and his gang had been hijacking anybody with a horde of gold and murdering them, the miners eventually got sick of this and ganged together as vigilantes to hang the sheriff, his cronies and maybe a few others as well. Maybe the attitude to law and order out here is best illustrated by 2 young boys under 10 who, facinated by my bike, asked their Mum "but where does he keep his gun?" Downhill into Virginia City the road dropped 8% for about 6 miles, I hit 50.0mph fully loaded up, then immediately hit the brakes - exhilarating but scary all the same.
Even in the ghost town i managed to find a bar... |
Montana: Dry prairie and big mountains |
I rode with, or rather in the same area as, Richard & Peter for a couple of days, they`d both lost cycling partners and paired up along the way |
The deluge of cyclists also had a polarising effect on towns:
One of 2 big passes into a raging headwind in my hardest day since the heat and humidity of Wisconsin & Illinois |
Since Iowa, I`d been hammering the miles to make sure I could ride all the way up to Vancouver to see my friends there on time, as a result I hadn`t had a rest day in 2 weeks, I felt good but didn`t want to overly abuse my body. On a freezing morning, a last push over the beautiful forested slopes of Chief Joseph Pass took me over the continental divide and gave me the the luxury of a 90 mile fast (30mph plus for 8 miles chasing trucks around sweeping bends) then gentle descent brought me into Missoula and 139 miles at an average of 17mph bought me the day off I`d been craving for. Jim and Mel were kind enough to put me up for 2 days, allowing me to rest up and catch up with life, which I`d kind of ignored for a couple of weeks.
Over the divide for the last time, just before a 90 mile, 4,000ft descent into Missoula |
Finally I`d left the Sturgis bikers behind, but now I had to decide how to get to Vancouver.
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