Day 26 – Helena, MT to Basin, MT
I knew that it was going to be a good day when I found the heads up penny. The copper coin sat in the parking lot, glinting in the late morning sun, an omen of good luck. I picked it up, and Chris and I climbed into the blue pickup truck that we had driven there. As we pulled onto the road, I pried open the cardboard box in my hands, revealing two dry meals and a Salsa Anything Bag. I had left my fanny pack with my parents, and this third Anything Bag that we had shipped to Helena would serve as a replacement, providing space for overflow food. The dried meals were a bonus, added to our order so that we could get free shipping from REI.
After purchasing a new seat from Great Divide Cyclery (I’ve had a few more saddle sores than on our cross country trip), we headed back to my younger brother, Sam’s, house. The truck we drove is his. He and his fiance, Kelsey, were out of town, but they let us crash at their house.
We lingered there until 4:00PM, reading our maps, tweaking our bikes, and eating leftover Chinese food and ice cream cake from my birthday meal the previous night. Finally, we climbed back onto our bicycles.
Continue reading Trail Angels: Julie and Buck
Day 19 of the journey
Wayfarers State Park
08:01 – Chris farts. He asks me, “Did you hear that? The alarm went off!” He giggles at his joke. I pull my sleeping bag up over my head and tell him to snooze it.
Continue reading The Captain’s Log
As we roll down the bumpy trail, a jingle emanates from Chris. In addition to bear spray, he had the wise idea to purchase a Timber mountain bike bell. Mounted to his handlebars, it has two settings; you can lock it so that it won’t ring, or unlock it so that the vibrations of the bike make it ring.
Continue reading The Things We Carry: Bear Deterrent
I’m not sure why, but my long hair has bothered me much more this trip than it did for our cross country trip. After mixing with sweat, bug spray, sunscreen, and dirt, it is nearly impossible to get a brush through it. After only a day or two of riding, it quickly begins to resemble a giant dreadlock.
Accordingly, I have been dreaming about chopping it off. Usually when I get a haircut, which is only once or twice a year, my conversation with Chris beforehand goes something like this:
R: I’m thinking about getting a pixie cut.
C: I’m not good at dealing with change.
Continue reading A New Do
I’ve mentioned several times how much we love Maine Bike Works, and we now have one more huge reason. Before we left Massachusetts, Jason told us multiple times, “We are just a phone call or text message away if you need anything!” Chris and I had no idea how soon we would need to take him up on that offer!
Continue reading Fork Fiasco