Day 65: Lying In Wait To Devour Flautas, Like a Coyote Eying Cyclists on Hwy 2
They day isn't anywhere NEAR completed, but an internet connection will be a scarce commodity for the next week, so I am updating the blog at 4pm.
I slept like a king last night, and when I wake up I can see the mountains outside my window. Fantastic. Hot Shower. Leave Motel around 8am to traverse the 12 miles between Browning and East Glacier Park. The only problem is that the headwinds are supposed to be absolutely brutal ALL DAY. I know I complain a lot about headwinds, but today's are supposed to be unprecedented (30mph and above). We grab an Exxon breakfast and get started. My goodness, it is absolutely as brutal as expected. We take turns drafting each other, but drafting doesn't do all that much when you are traveling at 6mph. It's a struggle to finish those 12 miles in the 2 hours it took us to do it. There was about a hundred times I wanted to stop and take pictures, but I needed every last ounce of momentum I had in order not to give up and leave myself on the side of the road to be devoured by coyotes.
I am like a Beautiful Gazelle-Person
East Glacier is small, but really really great. We found a cheap hostel thats run by a former cyclist named Pat. He did a lot of riding in Australia as a kid. We sneak into the East Glacier Lodge, which is impressive to say the least. 
The town is small and not unlike the television show Northern Exposure. There is a Mexican restaurant that opens in 47 minutes, and I will be there at 5pm, in the shadow of the Rockies, lying in wait to devour flautas like a coyote eying cyclists on Hwy 2 between Browning and Glacier.
2 comments:
Your handsomeness is outshining the scenery. It's good to see your scruffy face again. Don't get mauled by bears! XOXO I miss you! Take care, Angela
I'm glad to see you have made it to the mountains Steve. I'm sorry that the plains were so tough on you. If you asked the average plains dweller, he/she would say that we like it this way. It keeps the riff raff out. (Not calling you riff raff.) Especially in January when it is -60 degrees and we have 70 mph winds whipping down from Canada. Who the hell in their right mind would want to put themselves through that if he/she wasn't born into it? We're proud that we live in one of th US's most extreme climates and that it's not like San Diego where the weather agrees with everyone all of the time. North Dakota is not for everyone. I don't know a lot of people who come here from newyorknewjerseyconnecticutmarylandpennsylvania and actually like it. It was grea to meet you. I'm impressed that you ventured up this way. And I'm just glad you made it out alive man. Best of luck on the glacier!
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