Reaching the Falls

Just outside of Fort Benton I saw my precious prairie dogs for the last time. I was pretty sure I saw the familiar mounds when we drove by after Geraldine, and when I biked past them, I was proven correct. I was so thrilled to see them where I didn’t expect them that it softenedContinue reading “Reaching the Falls”

Goodbye for now, Missouri (River)

When I first asked my mom to meet me and be my support vehicle, I asked her about Great Falls, Montana. I guessed I’d be there in the middle of the first week of August. My mom seems to have spent a lot of time plotting how she could come sooner than later. Her preparationContinue reading “Goodbye for now, Missouri (River)”

Interpretive Plural.

It’s not too far from Council Bluffs to Sioux City. My first day back on the road after so much rough travel, I got to Onawa. It was a long stretch of wonderful flatness, more what I’d been promised in the plains states than what I’d gotten. Seriously, glacial hills in Kansas? Loess Hills inContinue reading “Interpretive Plural.”

Risking the Steamboat Trace

I decided to risk the Steamboat Trace, despite knowing that it had been closed two years before due to the 2019 flood (a flood that’s name was invoked in every part of the trail since I reached the Mississippi). If an ATV could make it down it, as I was told, then I surely couldContinue reading “Risking the Steamboat Trace”