Miles From Nowhere

Montana's far northeast corner is pretty unpopulated.  It got me thinking that we've made friends near and far in our first three weeks of riding.  Today we did meet Fred Nettle, a guy biking the Lewis and Clark trail starting in Missouri, finishing near Portland, Oregon. 

Last Monday from near Whitefish, we met Vonda & Michelle, friendly nomads, out for a day's ride.

 

 

As we were riding in to Avalanche camp in Glacier Park, we met this couple, married from nineteen sixty nine until now. 

 

Peggy, cycling east to bury her father's ashes in Michigan, felt no qualms about advising us to ride Going to the Sun Highway in Glacier Park, which we did.

 

And just before Newport, feeling nice, Paul C gave this little boy a cookie.

 

 

So as the days slip by and the miles fade nicely into the past, we'll think about these times when we were in the middle of Montana, faraway, needing pleasant thoughts to keep us going.