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Journey to the East: 9 June 2012

Sunset over the reservoir I’m on travel; Until my monk’s robe dries up, Wind comes from the weeds.   -Santoka Blowin’ in the wind Things continue apace – a strong tailwind continues and the high plains roll on. Really not much between Harlem and the town of Malta. Rolling hills, wind behind, though sometimes more of a crosswind as the road bends, trains go by on the every present tracks. With the wind and nowhere…

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Journey to the East: 8 June 2012

Storm in the distance Those clouds threw a rain shower; I’m wet through. -Santoka Riding in the storm Leaving Havre the wind had completed it rotation around and was now a vicious headwind. The road climbed a bit out of town and then settled down as it began to follow the Milk River. Behind me was this obvious thunderhead and I was racing to escape it. Well it caught up with me and for the…

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Journey to the East: 7 June 2012

The Road For a hollow mind two eyes are open   -Hōsai Ozaki Burnt by the road The day dawned cloudless with pure blue sky and warming fast. The tailwind I had enjoyed the day before was still going strong but shifted to become more of a crosswind. Not as enjoyable. The scenery was the same for the most part though there was a series of long rolling hills at one point. There were these…

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Journey to the East: 6 June 2012

The high plains A floating weed with a tiny flower blooming in the wind -Hōsai Ozaki High plains drifting So toward sunset a massive thunderstorm began. Crazy strong wind, regular lightening and then rain; becoming torrential rain. I hung out in the RV Park rec room listening to the wind howl and the thunder, until finally retiring around midnight as the storm still raged. The thunder finally stopped about a half hour later and not…

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Journey to the East: 5 June 2012

Mountains receding The wind blows hard among the pines toward the beginning of an endless past. Listen: you’ve heard everything.   -Shinkichi Takahashi In which I leave the mountains behind Nicest morning in a long time with warm sun and a light breeze heading my way. I made good time to Browning, which is the largest town on the Blackfeet Reservation. From there however the wind turned and I fought a very strong headwind for…

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Journey to the East: 4 June 2012

Across the great divide The mountain slopes crawl with lumberjacks axing everything in sight — yet crimson flowers burn along the stream   -Chin-doba Last pass, perhaps? I had originally thought I’d spend another day at Glacier but what with it not being fully operational and it looking like a break in the weather I figure this was the best chance to cross the pass. This was the first pass since Sherman Pass (not that…

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Journey to the East: 3 June 2012

Sacred Dancing Cascade Glacier National Park Today was a rest day in Glacier, but basically Glacier isn’t really fully operational yet. A lot of campgrounds are closed, the Going-to-the-Sun Road isn’t fully open yet and the shuttle service isn’t running. So faced with either bicycling around to see stuff or taking an organized tour I opted for the latter. This really isn’t my style, as I tend to prefer to hike and to see less…

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Journey to the East: 2 June 2012

Glacier National Park What Bliss — empty roads into shrouded mountains; the spring rain Made it! to Glacier While it had cleared up last night, by the morning it was pouring rain. I got up during a break but as I took advantage of the facilities it returned harder than ever. So I just packed up and rode the half mile to the excellent Montana Coffee Traders to wait it out. I had breakfast and…

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Journey to the East: 1 June 2012

Rain clouds streaming down Lake Dickey In the rain I wash my muddy hands.   –Hōsai Ozak It’s not all sunshine and lollipops On a long tour eventually you are going to have better days than others. After the morning drizzle of yesterday, today it was full on rain driven by a westward wind (i.e. headwind). I’m of course a PNW bicycler and riding in the rain is old hat; but it still takes its…

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Journey to the East: 31 May 2012

Lake Dickey “Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.”   – Philip K. Dick, A Scanner Darkly I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe So today’s ride was from the lake valley plateau into a long…

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