Day 3 was more heat and even more mountains. I’m really up north in the thick of the Rockies at this point. Plus a lovely 65 mile stretch without any facilities. Needless to say thirst was a serious foe. So much so that I missed my end point looking for a place to fill water (the “towns” get small up here, the one I planned on staying has a population of 100, with no gas station or anything) and ended up in Eureka Montana, a town of 1000 near the Canadian border.
Montana at it’s best. Clear lakes and rivers. Back roads, few people, lots of wildlife, and of course huge mountains all around you. The Libby dam was impressive and the Kootenai wilderness is intense. A light breeze kept changing from headwind to tailwind on me. Can’t beat any of that with a baseball bat.
73 miles. 94 degrees. Peanut butter and banana burritos. Saw another bald eagle. Gil Scott Heron, Bob Marley and Grant Green kept me company like only they can.
Eureka is a nice place with nice people and a cool name. I checked in with the local fuzz and they let me camp in the town park. There I met two other solo bike tourists, Daisy and Brent. Daisy was just finishing up a 4 week trip from the Yukon in Canada, which is absolutely amazing considering the rugged territory. Brent was just starting out a mountain trail ride down to Mexico. Needless to say my trip – tho longer distance-wise – is pretty wimpy compared to them. Being the softcore cyclist in this situation was a nice dose a reality after months of folks thinking and telling me my tour is unbelievable.