Sand Point was barely awake on a 4th of July Sunday at 7 am when we rolled out of camp this morning. We had a time change at the Montana border, that cost us an hour, and we had 85 miles to cover.
The weather cooperated in the morning with mild temperatures and a partial cloud cover. As the day got later, those clouds opened up, and some got more wet that others. Scott and I were lucky to get mostly sprinkled on. That’s good, because I didn’t have my raincoat with me. It’s always a hard decision anyway to put on a coat. If I’m not cold, I don’t mind being wet, and it was warm enough for me to be rained on a little bit.
We rode through Clark Fork just as they were starting their 4th of July parade. I wanted to be in it, but we had miles to ride. Later, I found out that some of our riders did ride in the parade for a short time.
After out lunch break we heard that a motorcycle rider had hit a deer. The deer did not survive, and the rider was touch and go the last time we heard. Caroline rode by the accident and described it to us over pizza. I’ll never think of pizza in the same way again,
We scooted the last 25 miles with a tailwind with Gerry and Scott splitting the pulling duties. At times we were pedaling at more than 25 miles per hour and it felt great. The rain started in earnest just as we pulled into the high school in Thompson Falls..
Another great day on the road with our first century staring us in the face tomorrow as we pedal all the way to Missoula and another rest day.