Oh what a difference a day and a tailwind makes. Two days ago pulled out of East Glacier at mile marker 210 on U.S. Highway 2. A day and half later we're at mile marker 381, and it looks like we're going to ride at least another 40 miles today. Yesterday we rode 112 miles. PeterB went into cyborg mode - no pain or fatigue - once the west wind started giving him a bit of a boost and the terrain flattened out in a hurry. I rode with him for about 5 minutes yesterday. The remainder of the day he was out of my field of vision. Today hasn't been quite as windy in our favor, but it has picked up a bit since noon.
It's a strange, hypnotic feeling hammering away in your highest gear for hours on end. The sound of the tires running across the pavement and the churning of one's legs, coupled with straddling the never-ending white line can easily lull one into some downright strange daydreams and introspection. Even the slightest variation in the landscape is noticeable, and I find myself focusing quite a bit on those changes.
I finally was able to put up the latest batch of photos on Flickr in its entirety. The Glacier photos were taken on June 24. They're pretty dramatic when compared to the few shots I've taken today....
I met a Swiss guy named Iulian yesterday and rode with him for about 20 miles. He works for Rolex and they gave him a two year sabbatical so he could ride around the world. After 13 months onthe road he's made his way through Europe, South America, Mexico, and is now half-way across the U.S. He was a pretty interesting guy, although he's hoteling it every night. Oh how I wish we could do that....
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One of my favorite places in the States...
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