Florence, Montana

We were off late today; I tried to repair Steve’s brake lever/shifter, but when I took off the casing, springs and washers shot all over the campground. We spent some time searching for the pieces in the grass and dirt, and I, due to some technical talent and a lot of luck, managed to piece the thing back together. So we are off again. The campground we stayed at has squaredancing every night. How exciting. Many fine looking women, none of which were younger than 65.

Yesterday, we rode 86 miles, and crested Lolo Pass. The Rockies are wonderful, and we cross the Continental Divide several times, so we are just getting our feet wet. The ride out of the Lochsa River valley in Idaho was also great. The wind has been to our backs.