Tuesday, June 1, 2010

To Whitefish

Rain, rain, go away. Another day of packing up a wet dirty tent, riding Hwy 93 with 70 mph traffic splashing dirty water on us, it's pretty miserable. At 10 miles, we found a little coffee shack and stopped. Afterwards, Dick commented, "I love the feeling of caffeine in my veins." His mood had brightened, mine had not. Hamburgers and jo-jos just south of Olney gave us another break. The closer we got to Whitefish, the road deteriorated - no shoulder, potholes, crumbling pavement, we had to ride in the traffic lane, and the rain continued. I began thinking it might become another motel night.

But what's this I see? Blue skies, no threatening rainclouds in sight?
The sun does shine in Montana:

And behind the Cheap Sleep Motel (no vacancy), there was an RV park that allows tents, has hot showers, wi-fi, and costs $60 less. There was enough time to dry out the tent before the bedding went inside. Dick made one of our favorite dinners: quesadillas. All is right with the world once again.

Miles completed = 817

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