Over the next two days, we’re set to climb to nearly 11,000 feet above sea level, to conquer the Beartooth Pass. That’s higher than either of us have ever been on our bicycles, and more than 5000 feet up from our current mile-high elevation in Red Lodge (and even getting there already required a 2000… Read more…

No hotel-maximization this morning; the alarm went off at 5am so that we could beat the wind. At least it felt like less of a waste leaving our $70 motel room four hours early than if it had been a $193 motel room! I went to the gas station store to fill our ice bucket… Read more…

To make our lives easy after yesterday’s tough day of riding, we skipped camp breakfast and just packed up and rode the quick three miles (well, quick once we made it up the campground driveway again) into the small town of Big Timber which we didn’t quite reach yesterday. ‘The Horse Whisperer’ tells the audience… Read more…

‘The Horse Whisperer’ is the main reason we are riding in this part of Montana. The 1998 Robert Redford movie has long been a favorite of Rett (and her mom), and my favorite reviewer begins his 3.5-star review like this: Low, gray clouds scud across the sky while the grass of a seemingly-endless plain ripples… Read more…

Yesterday’s record-long day allowed us to do a relatively-short day into Livingston. Which is good, because we had some tough hills to climb. I-90 is the direct route east to Livingston, but it has some shoulderless and shoulder-lite sections as it ascends to Bozeman Pass, so it makes sense that Adventure Cycling’s Lewis & Clark… Read more…

Yesterday we set a record for the fastest average speed of our nomadacy. Today, we would set another record, for the longest distance. And it wouldn’t be a cheap record either. We’d finish nearly 1000 feet higher than our start, and there were no giant tailwinds in the forecast, so we’d be earning all those… Read more…