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Lot of lightning and thunder about 3 am and then it started to rain.. I got out of bed about 6:30 and my host said you’re not going to like what you see outside. I didn’t. Not a good day for bicycle travel. Raining hard, blowing hard from the direction I was too be heading.

So the day was spent in a motel in Lemmon, SD. It was ok I guess. But after a rest day and now a rain day, I’m anxious to get on the road.

WX forecast looks good for tomorrow so head east I will go. To McIntosh for sure. At 40 miles and a slight wind it should not be a hard one.

Have seen quite a few sheep on this trip. I have decided I like them a lot. They are so friendly. Passive animals I guess you could say. I always try to say something nice to them as they always say byeeeeeee byeeeee to me. So Kind.

Be good, stay tuned

having fun,

Marlowe

Stayed with warmshowers hosts Travis and Jen. Had a great meal of burgers, asparagus, homemade fried potatoes, salad, and a couple of cold beers when I showed up. What a greeting. And the stay got better. Today I got to tour the city of Lemmon and its attractions. Starting out up the street by the HS with this beautiful steel bucking horse statue by a hometown artist John Lopez

And then over to Main street to the Petrified Wood Museum. This museum is run by the city and donations are accecpted but it is free. The wood is all from within a 20 radius of Lemmon.


And I made a friend also. Luna the house dog.

Feeling rested so will pack panniers in the morning, make some peanut butter sammy’s and hope to be on the road early and be in McIntosh in about 5 hours. It is 40 miles but the winds are not in my favor in the morning.

Stay tuned
Marlowe

Today’s ride was too be from Bowman to Hettinger, ND.

Got a late start out of Bowman but the tailwind helped me makeup for lost time. Roads were mostly good with low traffic and good shoulders. So enjoyed this a lot. Went thru some nice farming county. June being a wet month here, the grass and wheat are looking good. Stopped at Reeder to rest a little and ended up chatting with Todd who owns Borderline Bar & Grill. It was Sunday so it was not open but Todd wanted to make me a small pizza anyway. What a nice bar and grill. Todd donated a very nice hat and bottles of water for my journey. He does a very good business in the fall when the pheasant hunters are here. Jon S. remember this town. Lots of pheasants and I did notice some good whisky on the shelf. Stop here for sure.

And the rest of Reeder main street is a little slow in this town.

Made it the 40 miles in good time. I am a member of www.warmshowers.org. If you sign up to be a member and if you are lucky enough to be going through a community with a host you can ask if they have room to put you up for a night. Tent or whatever. When in Bowman I looked at the host cities in SD and found Travis and Jen in Lemmon, SD. I sent them an email and they responded that I was welcome to stay at their residents. But Lemmon was another 24 miles past Hettinger. So I rode into Lemmon, SD. Along the way I crossed into SD

So tomm (as I type today actually) is a rest day. Another of couple tough days ahead. From Lemmon to Mobridge is about 100 miles. I will do it in a 40/60 mile break. Last 10 miles being the toughest as I will be in the Missouri River breaks. You know, up hills, and speed down them.

And now the numbers.

68.04 miles
6 hrs
11.31 avg speed
25.48 max speed

628 total ODO
53.13 seat time

I would appear that I have stopped counting dead stuff on the highways. Hiways are littered in this part of the country with dead pheasants mostly.

Have fun and be safe!
Marlowe

Happiness for me is Baker in my bicycle helmet review mirror.

Had a nice tail wind to the ND border which is 13 miles east of Baker. Made it in 50 minutes.

And on the other side of road

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What a difference an imaginary line makes. It was like night and day. ND highway was new, good shoulder, farms were all nice and upkept. Oil money? Maybe. Less ranching and more farming? Farms being smaller than ranches maybe means more folks to spread the monies around. I don’t know, but there was a visible difference.

Stopped along the highway to have a peanut butter sandwich along side of these huge wind turbines. If you have never stopped near any make sure you do. Turn your car off and just listen to the sounds. Wind is powerful no doubt.

As I’m going up a long hill I notice a couple of spots in my mirror that appear to be bicycle riders approaching me from behind. I pull into a approach and wait to greet them. A couple from Austria on a 2 year round the world tour on bicycles. We talked for about 30 minutes. Wow! Around the world bicycle trip. So Troy if you are reading this, do you remember when we hiked across the Bob Marshall Wilderness and was finished and waiting for Dawn and Michelle to pick us up at the Holland Lake Lodge. Our chests were sticking out and we thought well not a bad trip this was. Not a lot of folks can accomplish this hiking 67 miles, living with grizzlies, roughing it so to say. Well remember when the 2 fellows on bikes pulled up at the lodge and I asked them where they were coming from and he said he was coming from Fairbanks, AK and heading for the tip of Chile. And how my inflated chest deflated. That is how I felt when the bikers today told me of their expo. I have it all in prospective now. I am little they are strong.

Anyway on into Bowman, ND. Nice small city. I’m guessing 5500 residents. ND High School Rodeo Championship here tonight here also. Lots of cowboy hats and horses.

I went out and enjoyed a hand tossed pizza and a beer and came back to the room.

Tomm I suspect I will cross the state border into South Dakota. First town will be Lemmon.

Now the numbers:
49.10 miles
4:06 minutes

560 Total miles
47.12 seat time (ouch)

Stay tuned

Left Forsyth knowing I had 26 miles of frontage road and then the last 20 miles would be on I94. Not excited about the interstate passage at all. A couple of good things about frontage roads is the traffic is very little. The bad thing is that the road going up the hills are pretty steep but the road also comes down fast. My fastest speed was 36mph. Kids don’t do this at home. Only a crazy, tired old bicycle rider can do this. And I know my bike will not fly apart. So about 4 good up and downs and I’m approaching the end of the frontage road. I’m passing a Mt. State Road Dept. building and a couple of state highway workers are cleaning up around the place so I pull in to ask some questions about the interstate drive I will be taking in a few minutes. One thing leads to another as conversations go and I’m asking if they know anything about the 81 mile stretch of highway between Miles City and Baker. I mentioned that I had contacted the Custer Co. Sheriff Dept and they (sheriff dept) assured me that a rest stop was in place and it had drinkable water. Well the deer in the headlight look came on the workers face, and they said no water. I’m destroyed. I think I can make the 81 mile trip with the rest area and water but if not water that means hauling lots of water, and of course water is heavy. And this stretch is a nasty road for hills. What’s a mother to do I’m thinking.

I get on the interstate, and as I assumed the traffic is just terrible. Semi’s screaming by, cars honking ( oh could these be honks of atta boy, wish I could be doing that? ) Not. Miles City could not come soon enough. One thing about the Interstate system is that they can make a hill 5 miles long that I can peddle up rather than the 1/2 miles hills on the secondary roads.

I get to Miles City about 12:30 in the afternoon and I’m pretty tuckered. I fought a headwind the last 10 miles.

On the frontage road coming into Miles City I see the Mt. FWP District building. I know they have cold water and nice shade to relax a while. As I’m relaxing and stressing about tomm’s 81 mile man killer, I notice a young man leaving the building and heading for his vehicle. Hi’s and how are you’s are exchanged and a conversations ensues. I go over the broader details of my journey and of course the 81 mile upcoming ride comes up in conversation. He says “I will drive you to Baker”. Did I just hear what I thought I heard. He is a saint. Within 5 minutes we are in Ben’s new Chevy truck heading for Baker. Bike is in the back. Well Ben’s story is he is an intern student from the University of Pittsburgh studying wildlife management and is in Miles City for the summer working. We had a great trip to Baker with lots of great conversation. What a wonderful young man Ben is. Thank you for caring for fellow man Ben.

So I’m somewhat feeling guilty about the car hitchhike but honestly, I was looking at some unknowns on that 81 mile stretch. I will get over it. This is a trip, a journey with stories, not a competition.

But Baker, MT. I think I got bed bug bites on my shoulder. Didn’t use the shower either. Not a pleasant stay. Ah, but the Rexall Drug Store was another story. My bum was feeling somewhat irritated. Imagine that. You stick a leather bicycle saddle where the sun doesn’t shine for 8 hours a day and see what happens. The pharmacist whips up this magical concoction of salve and Marlowe is good to go. My hero of Baker is the pharmacist.

Day is done.

Here are the numbers:

45.46 miles plus 82 as it turns out to Baker total: 127
9.98 mph avg. speed
36.28 mph max speed
511 total miles including the hitch.

Thanks for staying with me on this.

Some Images:

The converted school house just creeped me out. The pics on the before post maybe look all right from the inside but the outside of the building is falling apart.

I’m laying in bed about sundown and the ceiling above me in my room came alive with some kind of pretty good size critters as I could hear them moving lumber around up there. And the occasional animal noise. Pretty sure they were just large rats. Raccoons usually make a growling sound. A few shouts to let them know that I paid money to stay here and they were not part of the fee. The whole building actually smelled of old farmhouse that had been abandoned for years. Mice, rat, urine smell.
I could not get up early enough of course. Did not sleep a wink.
On the road by 6:00 am heading for Forsyth, MT. 42 miles down the road. The road is good, no shoulder to speak of. The white line was the shoulder. And made it to Forsyth about 10:30 am. No wind until the last 10 miles.
Checked into the Restwel Motel and took a short nap. Rest of the day was spent chatting with Michelle and running down some food. Here are a few pics of this short trip.

I have a couple of tough days ahead of me. No easy trip to Miles City tomorrow. Lots of hills and the last 20 miles will be spent on the interstate as the frontage road ends. And then on Saturday is the biggie of the trip so far for me. Miles City to Baker, MT. 80 miles of nothing. I did find out today that the highway dept did put in a Rest Stop about halfway. Running water and restrooms. But still the road to get to the rest stop is very hilly. I hope I can do this.

Stay tuned.

The Numbers:

43.21 miles
4:14 min
10:24 avg speed
27.49 max speed
383 total
38:32 total hours

Left the motel about 7 am and headed east on Highway 12. Hoping to get as far as Ingomar. But the immediate goal was Melstone which was 34 miles. Cool morning with mostly cloud cover and a slight cross wind. What a beautiful trip to Melstone. The Musselshell River was high due to all the rain they have had recently. Mostly a flat stretch of highway with a couple of hills that I made it over without walking. Hardly any traffic. Made it into Melstone about 10:30 and stopped at the general store for some water. Wish I would have had some extra time as these general stores really carry it all. Inside the store met this old fellow who gave me the history of Melstone. Railroad town it was. The track is not even there anymore..Old boy had a good smile. Just no teeth. Here are some pic of the trip to Melstone.

I did mention in a previous post that I was not a big fan of hills and hot weather. Add headwind to the list. I think I spent 5 hours going 28 miles. It was in my face blowing about 20-25 mph. I actually had to peddle the bike downhill. Thank God it wasn’t hot. Temp was about 80F is all. And hills also. I just stopped frequently and rested, drank lots of water. It did not let off at all. Made it to Ingomar at 4:30. Here is a pic of the kind of shoulder I rode today.

Ingomar is really just a weedy spot on the map. About 10 families call it home. Sorry to say but it is really run down. It is famous for its Bar/Restaurant though.

I was thinking I would ask somebody if I could pitch the tent but when I was eating dinner I found out that the owner also owned the old High School and that it had be converted to a hotel like. I agreed to pay the $30 for the as the weather outside was getting frightful. But here is the kicker. As I was leaving the bar to get on my bike and go down to the school a fellow pulled up in his truck and got out and asked me if I was the biker who had come through Melstone this morning. I said I probably was a nobody else would be stupid enough to ride bicycle here. He said that is good news for him as he just won $80 on a bet on me. Seems when I was riding through Melstone about 4 old boys were sitting in the bar in Melstone and saw me and they made a bet that I would never make it to Ingomar today. $20 bets I guess. This guy bet I could and the others bet I would not. He won as I made it. He took me back inside and bought me a shot of Crown Royal. He took a pic to verify to his loser buddies. How funny.

Here are some pics of the inside of the old school I will be staying in tonight. Creepy but nice. Suppose their are ghosts of any kind in here.

Ingormar is really a rundown place. Here is a pic of what is typical here.

Will leave here early tomorrow morning and head for Forsyth. A 42 mile ride. Hopefully I can beat the wind.

Here are the numbers:

61.83 miles
6:44 minutes
9.16 mph avg. speed
24.6 mph max speed
337 Trip OD
33:55 hrs time

6 flying flags
5 road crosses
12 road kills
2 diaper tosses

Got to the point where the turkey vultures were circling as I was riding so I knew it was time to clean up. Spend the day resting, and blogging.

Left Ryegate about 8 in the morning and was in Roundup by 12:30 that afternoon. Fast ride to Lavina as I followed the river and had a nice tailwind. Stopped at the bar at Lavina to fill my water bottle. A must see if you ever go past this place. Here is a pic of the road and scenery along the Mqusselshell River.

Remember the old movie “Bridge Over the River Kwai”? Looks like the Brits didn’t quite finish this one off.

A stop at the Bar north of Lavina to fill my water bottle grabs these images:

And my favorite pic:

The trip to Roundup from Lavina was going just fine until the temp got to be 95 degrees. I struggled making the last 7 miles even though it was a flat road. Heat is a power sucker for me. Got to town, found a motel, took a shower (first one in 6 days) and crashed. Walked downtown to grab some food and took these 2 photos.

Too bad but once was a pretty fast little city on the prairie and now is struggling it would appear to me. Main street is about 4 city blocks long and for the most part was boarded up both sides of the street. What once was a booming open pit coal mining community is almost a ghost town.

And now the numbers:

40.47 miles
3:28 minutes time
11.62 avg. speed
31.06 max speed

275 total miles
27:06 minutes total time

3 flying old glorys
2 road fatality crosses
6 road kills
1 diaper toss

Its been fun.
Later

After the cycle cowboy left Judith about 3 in the morning I did grab a few hours of sleep. Marlowe doesn’t do all that well sleeping on the ground. The dew point was high so everything was pretty damp in the morning including my attitude. Crawled out of the tent about 5:30 with the intent on being on the road by 6. I actually beat the chickens up. I was standing around the camp looking at the sunrise when a rooster crows. Really, I beat the chickens up. I know I went to bed before them also. Even the chickens are laid back in this little community.

Check out these wind turbines. About 50 I think. As luck or the Good Lord was with me, I had a tail wind and shot through about 5 miles of these at 16-18mph. They make a very powerful great sound as they are spinning.

Outside of Harlowtown I ran into some road construction. I’m thinking mud, dirt and everything. It wasn’t too bad.

Stopped and had some brunch at Groves in Harlotown. $8.50 gives you this. Too much for me to finish. Great old hotel that is being upgraded with new owners. Some history here.

Next stop was in Ryegate, MT. Easy ride as the road follows the Mqusselshell River. In fact I will be going downstream with the river all the way to Milestone, MT.

Well the stay in Ryegate is one of those stops that will not be soon forgotten. Little town of maybe 100 folks on a cold day anyway. One bar, one restaurant, one small grocery store (forsale). And that is about it. I get into town about 2:30 in the afternoon. Sit around in the city park wondering if it gets any more active than this. Doesn’t. So late afternoon I set up the tent in preparation for a real peaceful night of sleep. So evening time I go over to the bar and have a cold beer, meet some of the locals and then head off to the park where the tent is at. 200 feet is all. It gets dark and I’m just starting to sleep when I hear this diesel truck pull up and a few minutes later I hear somebody yell out ” Hello in the tent, this is the Sheriff’s department. Can you step out so we can speak.” Well I just finished watching the show Naked and Afraid at the bar and that’s exactly what I thinking at this moment.. So I say ” let me get some clothes on and I will be out”. I hate tents, you have to unzip the fly and then crawl out like a worm. So I’m crawling out and thinking what next. And I’m thinking he is probably thinking what the hell is that squirming like a snake to meet me.

Well as it turns out seems somebody called the Sheriff’s dept and reported that there was a old, tired fellow hanging around the park. He also looks distressed and homeless. Well the deputy sticks out his hand to help me get out. That was good. Well the conversation didn’t last that long as he could tell that I was in fact ok and after some credential swapping everything turned out ok. Just a concerned citizen watching over their community I guess. First for me for sure. So back into the tent and nothing left to hear but some girls squealing from the bar direction later on at night. Wow. That was quite a Sunday for me.

Get of of bed and pack up and head over to the restaurant for some breakfast for the road. I walk in door and there are about 6 older local fellows having some coffee. About 6 steps into the establishment and I hear one of them say “so are you the one that caused the sheriff to come to town last night”. How funny. Small town gossip is the same everywhere I guess. I laughed all the way out of town.

A couple of pics:

So here are the numbers:

51.1 miles for the day
234 total miles
5 deer
many antelope
6 road fatality crosses
15 road kills
5 flying glorys

And a new category:

2 Diaper toss