Day 18

Galata,MT - Havre,MT (80 miles)

"This isn't the end of the world, but I can see it from my window!"

Our second day in the high plains, and there are somethings I have noticed. The first being how pretty they are. Most everyone I talked to before made the plains sound terribly boring. Maybe it's because we are on bicycle and get to see more detail than those wizzing by in a car. The second being that by no means are they flat! Well, at least right now they aren't. All 170 miles the last two days have been rolling hills, thankfully with the wind at our backs most of the time. The third being all the grain elevators. Every town and had-been town has at least one, and I can't help but wonder if they all get filled each growing season. Just as interesting of a thought are all the towns that simply no longer exist, and maybe never really existed to begin with. There were far too many grain elevators that stood alone in the middle of nowhere without a house or wheat field in sight.

So the high plains have brought with them tons to think about, wide open sky, history, about a billion ground squirrel (super cute!), and a break for all of our knees. Our butts however, that is another story!