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.

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After a quick dip we were at it again…

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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?

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The morning reeked of miles spent on the bicycle, so we took to it once more.

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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).

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