Enough of the Pine Lodge and bad weather…
Sun is finally out and we are on the road again! My place on the bicycle is still the front seat. From that place my boss and I can talk to each other. I also have a great view and I can warn my boss if bones are laying along the roadside. The heavily packed bicycle runs smooth – and just out of town the first uphill bump is coming. We are heading east and north today – something Americans always do when they talk about directions: it’s north, east, south or westbound! Traffic is busy but we get a good shoulder to cycle on. We are crossing the Flathead Valley. Yeah, there is a Flathead river and a Flathead lake but no Flathead town. The name comes from the Native Americans. The ride takes us along Hungry Horse (what a name for a town), slightly going uphill. Here my boss takes a moment to remember Dale Briggs (a former Cycle America friend who died last year) and Kathy Wojta (yeah – she once came to Ostend!) and our Peggy story. For those who don’t know us very well: we are actually veterans cycling in the USA.
We have left the valley behind us and are now gradually entering forest. Green is the key word.
Around 1 pm we have arrived at West Glacier – one can hardly call it a town, but there is a post office, a coin laundry facility, a restaurant and a general store. Time for some food in the stomach, before entering Glacier National Park. Bicycles are restricted on some parts of the road – this is why we take a detour to Apgar Village and rest our paws and legs while watching people canoeing on Lake Mc Donald. No – one can not see the double arches one thinks about hearing Mc. Donalds.
What a life! At 4 pm the road to Lake Mc. Donald lodge opens again and we sprint to the lodge. Here, a cabin awaits us. Yeah – my boss has read the sign coming into the Park: Beware for bears.
Camping alone is not an option anymore (too many nights I had to comfort my boss, watch over her or warn her for animals bigger than me.
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| Do you see me hanging in there? |
Sun is finally out and we are on the road again! My place on the bicycle is still the front seat. From that place my boss and I can talk to each other. I also have a great view and I can warn my boss if bones are laying along the roadside. The heavily packed bicycle runs smooth – and just out of town the first uphill bump is coming. We are heading east and north today – something Americans always do when they talk about directions: it’s north, east, south or westbound! Traffic is busy but we get a good shoulder to cycle on. We are crossing the Flathead Valley. Yeah, there is a Flathead river and a Flathead lake but no Flathead town. The name comes from the Native Americans. The ride takes us along Hungry Horse (what a name for a town), slightly going uphill. Here my boss takes a moment to remember Dale Briggs (a former Cycle America friend who died last year) and Kathy Wojta (yeah – she once came to Ostend!) and our Peggy story. For those who don’t know us very well: we are actually veterans cycling in the USA.
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| Politics along the road |
We have left the valley behind us and are now gradually entering forest. Green is the key word.
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| Glacier National Park in the distance |
Around 1 pm we have arrived at West Glacier – one can hardly call it a town, but there is a post office, a coin laundry facility, a restaurant and a general store. Time for some food in the stomach, before entering Glacier National Park. Bicycles are restricted on some parts of the road – this is why we take a detour to Apgar Village and rest our paws and legs while watching people canoeing on Lake Mc Donald. No – one can not see the double arches one thinks about hearing Mc. Donalds.
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| Lake Mc. Donald from Apgar Village |
What a life! At 4 pm the road to Lake Mc. Donald lodge opens again and we sprint to the lodge. Here, a cabin awaits us. Yeah – my boss has read the sign coming into the Park: Beware for bears.
Camping alone is not an option anymore (too many nights I had to comfort my boss, watch over her or warn her for animals bigger than me.
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