2,000

This week we hit the 2,000-mile mark, somewhere on the way down from Chief Joseph pass on the Montana-Idaho border. We hadn’t rested since Jackson Hole, and we’ve seen a lot through Teton and Yellowstone since then. Check out Ben’s pictures for some more details and narration.

We’re in Missoula now, where there are bike paths, bike racks, and the cars know how to drive around bikers.

Missoula Knows How to Treat Cyclists

We may even have to start getting up early again to beat the heat–something we haven’t done since Kansas. The temperatures in Missoula and the Bitterroot Valley have approached, if not exceeded, 100 degrees for most of the past several days.

In Missoula, we’ve stopped in for ice cream at the Adventure Cycling Association, stocked up on dehydrated vegetarian treats at the Good Food Store, floated down the Clark Fork river on innertubes, and enjoyed some especially delicious hometown microbrews. I’m trying to convince Ben he should go to law school here, while I could become a teacher.

It’s so nice, we may just rest another day.