Waking up this morning the sky is full of clouds, and some of them don’t look too friendly. We dress up a little warmer and leave Shelby, MT, trying to stay ahead of the big dark cloud which follows us persistently. Hwy 2 is in good condition except for two or three road work areas of grading and resurfacing which were about 9 to 12 miles long, but nothing our heavy ride couldn’t handle (plenty of experience since Alaska). But the scenery isn’t very much entertaining, it is wheat, falafel, or grass as far as one can see, and one can see very far here. Even though that some of the towns have nice names like Zurich, Malta, or Glasgow, but they are far away from any similarity with those locations. Most dots on the map have about 400 plus people, one as little as 59 people, and we are well advised to take on gas whenever a gas station shows up. My retirement idea of settling in Montana and breeding horses, mmmh, I don’t think so. So it is raking up miles today, and that’s what we do. We loose another hour again changing from Mountain to Central Time when crossing into North Dakota, and call it the day in Williston, ND. A good day for riding, lots of miles, and we stayed ahead of the rain.
The view never changed all day long, somewhere in Montana
"I'm in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection, but with Montana it is love, and it's difficult to analyze love when you're in it." - John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley
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