We are not quitters. When we have made up our minds to do something, we usually do. And we fought Montana hard. We spent five days here and were able to ride four of them.
I don’t know if you’ve spent much time on a bike seat, but you feel the weather. Temperatures anywhere in the 50s up are good with me and yesterday most of our miles were in before it hit that magic number. Rain spit on and off most of the day. The wind beat us up pretty badly too, but at the end of the day we stayed in an RV park with hot springs. That made it better.
This morning we woke up to temps in the 30s and no hope of getting out of the 40s for several days. There comes a time when you just have to cry uncle. We did ride for awhile this morning, but we knew we would never make it across the state at that pace. So we called it.
That doesn’t mean our ride is finished. We are coming home a few days early, but will schedule a week this summer when it’s warmer and get it done.
Montana may have won the battle, but she hasn’t won the war.
By the seat of our bike shorts 