Time well spent: Montana
Things started off well once we finally left Missoula. However, after a fifty plus mile first day and a good second morning to Ovando, my stomach began to betray me in ways I refuse to describe in print. I’m not sure where everything went bad inside me, but the bottom line is that rest, water, and a little over the counter meds were required to get me back on the saddle.
This is kind of a half-ass post, and I apologize for the mass confusion of pictures. I was to under the weather to take proper pictures, and I promise to do better. For now, here is something to look at. Cheers!
Nick jumping in the river
Camping by the river
Off the pavement, and into the dirt
About here is where things went bad for me. But somehow we are now in Bozeman. Thanks to the yellow truck stranger, and Doug.
Swimming in Bozeman, with new friends.
You let us stay, we cook. Thanks Doug and Alex. You guys are the best!