Across America Trekkers Churned Out 75 Miles of Montana Roadway Like Buttermilk Beneath Their Bikes.

(July 9)
The high high heat of Lolo was a balm to our joints and a boon to our spirits. Despite a late start, we made good time and churned out 75 miles of Montana roadway like buttermilk beneath our bikes.
Stirrups jangling, we stopped in tidy Missoula to see the Adventure Cycling HQ (closed) and a sprawling strip mall replete with Trek bicycle shop, where gear was purchased with gusto.
Our chains squeaked like a battalion of rodents rowing our wheeled vessels through seas of grain and gravel. Straps and bungies blow in the wind like hairless tails. Cheese and peanut butter drives us onward. Mileage increases exponentially like an unchecked mice population.
Scurrying into Sinclair’s gas station at sunset, we cooked hot dogs and mac before camping at Clearwater Creek. Another great day.
(July 8)
Upping anchor in Knife Edge, we carved out blunt 15 mile chunks of Idaho roadway in searing heat. Sunscreen sizzled on the asphalt griddle as we sweated a breadcrumb trail up through the Lolo Pass. A brief respite of rain steamed our panniers before we punched up and through the Montana border. Careening 10k downhill at breakneck speed, we pulled into Lolo Hot Springs for the night, soaking our bones in the sulfuric pools after a burger night, then picking the local’s brains like fiddler crabs for camping tips. Our charms loosed plenty of beneficent detritus from the generous townfolk, and in exchange we left them with bulging eyeballs from the thought of our mileage, willpower, and appetitive prowess.
Soon we’ll pass through Missoula on our way to Great Falls, where we’ll recharge in comfort with an octopus garden of bike gear strewn about our hotel rooms.















