It’s Sunday morning and after a fine breakfast of sourdough pancakes and sausage (kindly supplied along with much camraderie from our new friends Sam and Jo), we’re making a dash for the border. There’s no time for a longer update now. We’ve got about 80km to the border and much of it hilly, but we […] Read More »
Greetings from small town America. For your reading pleasure, as we pedal towards Glacier National Park, here are excerpts from the crime report, as published in the local Flathead Beacon newspaper. No, we’re not making this up: 12:30pm. At a Hungry Horse laundromat, someone took clothing that was not their own. 1:08pm. Someone thought that […] Read More »
780km Pendleton to Lakeside “Wow. I’ve got a lot of freckles on my arms. Wait. Is that dirt?” – Andrew (after 4 days without a shower) “I’m not whining. I’m just telling you how grumpy I am…. Okay. I’m whining.” – Friedel (after being told by Andrew to stop whining) Washington. Idaho. Montana. We’re pushing […] Read More »
This morning we had it all figured out. But as we’ve learned so often on this trip, when you’ve got it all figured out the world usually has other plans! This was our plan: quiet morning to recover from the energy spent in Andrew’s bike emergency yesterday, followed by food shopping at the amazing co-op […] Read More »
There’s nothing you want to hear less than a loud crack, followed by the sound of metal shearing off your back rim when you’re going down a steep hill but sure enough, that’s what Andrew heard when we were cruising into Colfax yesterday. “Now what?” we asked ourselves? We’d certainly gotten our money’s worth out […] Read More »
