Bozeman, Butte, and a change in direction.
So we found ourselves leaving Bozeman well into the early afternoon. As all things that are worth doing right, we headed west sticking to route2 like a fly to a flathead cherry seed.
After a quick dip we were at it again…
We camped just west of the Lewis and Clark caverns on a quiet little river, and the night sang me to sleep… or was it the crickets?
The morning reeked of miles spent on the bicycle, so we took to it once more.
To Butte for a final supply pick up. So up and over Pipestone Pass and it’s 6,453’ of sheer delight, and a decent to match. Right into Butte… (no pictures of that)…
Then something happened. I decided I wanted to keep heading west, and that’s just what I intend to do. All the way to the coast.
Nick and I parted ways yesterday morning. Him to the hills, and I to the coast. Both enjoying the ride (and swimming, ice cream, and beer).