I left Circle, MT, with the intent to ride 55 miles to Wolf Point. I was excited about Wolf Point as it appeared to be a bigger town and might be a good place to hang out for a night.
The ride from Circle to WP is on Hwy 13 going straight north. The wind had changed and was blowing from the east and blowing haphazardly at 25 to 30 mph. Those that bike know a crosswind is no treat. Also Hwy 13 is very hilly – including a climb to 3,300 ft.
My daughters bday is today. My wife Jane and son Jesse are in St Louis to celebrate with her, husband Andrew and son Caden.
Yes, I miss them and miss missing this event. This is a big sacrifice for a bike ride. Maybe too big.
I knew it would be a struggle. Maybe I mentally sabotaged today. Weather report said it would be a long day when showed 30mph winds from west. The distance to be biked from Medora to Glenview was 65 miles. Not much in between either as far as services or other places to stop.
I also took yesterday off which should help, but I find it hard to get going again after a day off.
This was a day made for self doubt and self betrayal. A day made to tear you apart first then provide a reward after your proper humbling. A day that taketh then giveth.
Such a relief to wake up to a sunny beautiful day with normalized wind levels. No longer the hell gales from yesterday’s weather but a more westerly wind ranging from 12 to 15 mph. Headwind but a reasonable breeze. Much better.
When I woke up today in General Sibley State Park, it was very cloudy with some wind. I checked my phone, and it looked like rain was headed my way.
So I quickly tore down my tent during a light sprinkle and loaded my bike.
I ride with some bikers that have big engines. I even nicknamed Dave T. the “Diesel.” My good friend Gary R. is also a Diesel engine as well. Big guys that can crank out big tourque when they want. Russ M. can bend crank arms when he wants, and he too often wants.
First of all I beg my wife’s forgiveness (this isn’t the first time) for missing her birthday. Happy Bday to Jane. I miss you tremendously and want to thank you for allowing me to pursue this dream and every other wild dream, er, idea I have hatched over the years. Not to surprise you but I have hatched up a few more with all the time there is to think while biking. Also, somewhat selfishly, I know I’m missing your birthday dinner being prepared by Jdog.
Rode 81 miles across the great prairie. Rolling hills covered in waving grass. Huge beeves or red angus cows that have huge shoulders and a frame built to carry lots of weight. No spindly-legged dotted milk cows. No sir.
When I woke up this morning, I didn’t think I could ride an inch. Yesterday put some serious hurt on this ol boy with 60 miles into a strong wind.
I don’t have a lot to say about today’s ride. Certainly it was humbling. Only the night before I told my dad during our talk that Aberdeen was only 50 to 55 miles away and made for a short ride. But if I didn’t stop in Aberdeen, I would need a 90-mile day to get to next town w camping or hotels. I told Pops that I would decide once I got there – whether to continue or rest.