North Dakota is Green and Rolling

We finally made it into North Dakota a couple of days ago. Montana is certainly the "widest" state in the Union. Amazingly, as soon as we crossed the North Dakota state line, the farms took on a different look and the people took on a different accent. North Dakota is rolling hills of green, green, wheat, barley and canola (rapeseed). Farms are manicured to the "T." People are smiling and helpful.

Yesterday was difficult with headwinds and rain. After only 34 miles we made it to the tiny town of Ray where there was no place to get out of the weather. At the c-store on the edge of town a clerk volunteered to let us stay in her boyfriend's trailer for $20. We didn't have water, but we had electricity and a roof over our heads. The trailer swayed in the wind and rain.

Today we awakened to blue sky and a 23-mph tailwind! The "Bicycle Gods" were smiling! I rode 96 miles in 6.5 hours (with rests). At times I sat up and just let the wind push me~no pedaling at 23 mph. What a trip! This is the best day of riding so far. It's a good thing we had a tailwind because there was absolutely no place to stay on this 96 mile stretch of Hwy 2. Due to the oil boom in ND, all the motels in the small towns are occupied by the oil well workers on a monthly basis. With the ferocious wind, setting up a tent would be a struggle. I tried to stop and take a picture but the wind was so strong, I couldn't even stand up, hold my bike and find my camera at the same time.

I love my I-Pod. The music and books on tape make the long miles fly by. I'm careful to keep the sound low enough that I can hear approaching traffic. I've also become heavily dependent upon my bike mirror. Bike Friday is holding up well. I did have one tire blow out at 1,200 miles. I neglected to rotate front and back when that "little voice" told me to do so. I have more on order at Morgan's in Chicago in a week.

We'll do a layover day here in Minot to work on our bikes and rest. Then eastward again hoping to be in Duluth in a week. More later~~~~~~Cycling Grandma Lucy

Still in Montana

Just a quick update from Montana, certainly the BIGGEST state in the nation~. We're in Malta taking time to shop, do washing, sleep in and cycling only 25 miles this afternoon to Saco. We did two very long days (87 and 67 miles each) under windy conditions (both head and tail winds) so we decided we needed a rest. Also there is virturally nothing between towns in which we stop to overnight. It's a lot of rolling hills for hundreds of miles.

We're still cycling along the railway and the Milk River. These small towns are wonderful. The people are curious about our journey and very helpful and friendly. We have seen about half a dozen other cyclists in the last 24 hours in Malta. Everyone has a common complaint: sore butt!

That's another good reason to take a short day. The librarian is closing in 3 minutes for lunch to bye to all. We've pedaled 1,067 miles as of today (day 26).

Day 24, July 6, 2009, Monday. Chester, MT. Here we are taking a weather-imposed, rest day in the middle of the "Big Sky" country and wheat fields of Montana. As we left a grocery store early this morning on our way out of a town, a local farmer's wife (Sue Violett) stopped us and said, "Have you ladies heard about the severe weather warnings for today?" Although we stayed in a motel last night, we didn't even turn on the TV~so accustomed to no TV~so we didn't see the news or weather. She said, "There will be hail and maybe a tornado this afternoon!" We're getting all our farm equipment into shelter right now!

With a sixty-mile day planned, we looked at each other and said, "Maybe we should stay put!". So Sue said, "You can stay at the Lutheran Church." She lead us there, opened the door and gave us a tour. It wasn't even locked! They never lock the church. So home is a church today. The Library has new computers, so I'm blogging. It may be October before we reach the east coast at this rate!

Since leaving Flathead Lake, we traveled along the Middle Fork of the Flathead River, crossing it many times along a back road. About five miles before our destination camp ground, the road turned to gravel! We stopped to eat lunch on the bridge over the river and began chatting with a guy who was swimming his dog. He offered to haul us and our gear over the dirt road to camp. Thank goodness! The road was uphill and wash boards all the way! The camp at we chose what we thought was a good tent site. As the evening progressed, two mammoth sized trucks with mobile homes parked next to us and began their banging, wheezing, jamming until late into the night. Lesson learned: choose a campsite on the grass instead of with the big rigs.

From there we traveled through Glacier National Park doing the southern route across Marias Pass. It was very easy compared to the Cascades. (Wow! It just started pouring rain outside the library~so happy to be inside!) In East Glacier, we stayed with Ranger Sam and his wife Jo. They fed us like royalty then took us on a mini-auto tour of "Two Medicine" in Glacier. DRAT! I forgot to take my camera. We did a short hike to "Falling Eagle" falls which look similar to Donut Falls in Big Cottonwood Canyon near SLC, only about four times a large. Both of our hosts gave us a wonderful running dialog of the history, geology, flora and fauna of the area. We also saw another Cinnamon Black Bear foraging for bugs along a little stream near the Two Medicine Campground.

Since leaving Glacier, we've been riding along Hwy 2 which parallels the railway from coast to coast. Consequently, I've enjoyed the whistling of many, many big train engines as I ride along. Yesterday, the "Fourth of July Holiday, California Zephyr" pulled by a real steam engine, roared passed me, tooting and whistling as I waved wildly from my bicycle. What a treat! I'm learning to love the comfort of the rumble and whistle of the trains day and night.

Despite this being a holiday weekend, the traffic along this stretch of Hwy 2 has been very light because it doesn't lead to any major destinations. So riding has been very pleasant. So far we've traveled 907 miles. I'm feeling very strong and healthy~oh~there goes another train whistling through town :-)

Bay View, WA to Flathead Lake, MT

Lake Pend Oreille, WA.

Swinging Bridge at Kootenai River Falls

Lucy at summit of Loup Loup Pass, WA

Lucy and Barb dipping back wheels in salty Pudget Sound water at launching of cross country trip Saturday, June 13, 2009.

Clarice, Lucy, Chuck, and Neil~out launching hosts in Woodenville, WA.

Lucy and Barb at Kootenia Falls

Below: Kootenia Falls

Our bicycles at Idaho border.

Above: Morning mist on Lake Gillette, WA.

Left: Brothers fishing in morning mist on Lake Gillette, WA.

It's Big Adventure Day 17, Monday June 29, 2009. This is my first blog update since computers are far and few between. We stopped at one library to update blogs, but the computers were so old that we killed them trying to get onto the Internet other than just to read e-mail.

We're well on our way across country having pedaled 681 miles through Washington, Idaho, and now into Montana. Today is a rest day with Barb's cousin's on Flathead Lake, Mt. We've climbed five summits (Washington Pass, Rainy Pass, Loup Loup Pass, Waconda Pass, and Sherman Pass) with one more to go (Marias in Glacier) then we'll be riding through flat Montana and N. Dakota.

The roads are good for the most part~drivers are courteous, giving us wide berth. The Adventure Cycling maps keep us on less traveled routes. But where we venture off those maps on our own, we tend to get into heavy traffic with narrow shoulders along the roads.

The scenery is stunning. The Cascades are rightly named with waterfalls gushing from every crevice of the rocks lining both sides of the highway. On the third day out while pedaling at 3.5 mph uphill between Rainy and Washington Passes, I came upon a big black rock along side the road in the distance. The closer I got, the stranger the rock looked to me~then the rock started "waddling." It was a Cinnamon Black Bear about the size of a Smart Car. A rush of healthy anxiety surged through my legs and luckily, a slight downhill in the road occurred just as I realized it was indeed a "BEAR." So I pedaled as far to the left side of the road as I could while passing, making very brief eye contact with the beautiful, shiny beast. I don't know who was more frightened, the bear or me, but I pedaled as fast as I could without looking back until I was well down the road. Hope that is my last bear encounter for this trip!

Being a desert dweller, the green, green scenery and gushing water, rivers, streams and lakes I pass every day are very impressive. Everyday the temperatures start about mid-forties and rise to mid-eighties. Most days we've had tailwinds from the west by afternoon. Two days in the Cascades we rode in rain so cut our riding short to find shelter and warm up. So far I used everything I packed for clothing at one time or another. Nothing to send home yet.

I stop to read all the historical markers along the way and have learned that this area of the northwest was formed by a great glacial lake that flooded this area a zillion years ago. Now some of the rivers such as the Pend Orielle flow north into Canada and back into the Columbia in the USA. The rivers here make the Virgin river look like a backyard irrigation ditch.

People we' have met along the way are impressed that two 64-year old women would undertake such an ambitious adventure~and at times, so am I. Some days I am so tired I can hardly put up my tent, feed myself and crawl into my sleeping bag. The goodness of people along the way is heart warming. In a campground in Newport, WA two RV'ing couples from BC invited us to spaghetti dinner just share traveling tales. Twice I've had slight mechanical problems with my bike and panniers. I've just stopped along the way when I spotted a "man with tools" for help. Both times they've been very obliging to get me back on the road.

Two nights ago I had a wild encounter with mosquitoes! We had cycled 73 miles (8 hrs on the bike) from Bull Lake to Happy's Inn on Hwy 202 in the middle of no where. We couldn't get a cabin at Happy's so I prevailed upon the owner to permit us to pitch our tents on her property along side the road. As we began unpacking our tents, we were attacked by "killer mosquitoes!" Knowing that this would happen sooner or later along this "high line" route, I pulled out my trusty DEET spray and gave myself a quick cocoon of poison. The mosquitoes kept their distance~aha~I was victorious, almost. I missed my butt. Right through my cycling shorts, they raised welts all over my hiney! I'm keeping the itch cream people in business for a few days :-) Karaoke from Happy's Bar lulled me to sleep.

At the "Kicking Horse Saloon" that evening I had the best 8 oz top sirloin steak I've eaten in years!~aged to perfection and grilled masterfully~juicy, tender, and flavorful Montana grown beef~only $11.00.

Another surprise for me while riding along all the lake shores is the sight of Osprey swooping and catching fish for their young. This is nesting season, so when we come upon a high post, snag or tree with a nest, the parents who mate for life and return to the same nest annually, put us a big screeching ruckus and flap around to shoo us along. I've also seen tree swallows, purple martins, herons, and lots of ducks, geese and little brown birds. Carrying my binoculars and bird book, though heavy, have been worth the price. White tailed deer with fawns are everywhere in the forests. All the gardens near homes and farms are fenced for protection from the wild life.

Day 18~Tuesday, June 30, 2009.  We've rested for two days at a lovely cabin on Flathead Lake, MT.  Today I mailed home about five lbs of stuff I really don't need.  Tomorrow we begin our odyssey again, heading for Glacier National Park.  I'm rested and eager to get back on the road!  There's nothing like just eating, sleeping and cycling everyday!

Little Red Riding Hood 2009

June 7, 2009 was a very momentous day for me for two reasons:

(1) In 1992 when I organized the fifth Annual Little Red Riding Hood all womens ride for Bonneville Bicycle Touring Club, we were thrilled to have 65 women show up for the metric century. This year 2,600 women showed up for the 21st Annual version which was much more elaborate than the 1992 version! Wow! what a great experience!

(2) This year three generations of women in my family participated in the event. My grand daughter Emma (age 10), her mother and my daughter Kimberly (age 40) and I (age 64) rode together for 40 miles. We dressed in matching LLRH jerseys which made it even more fun for us. For Emma this was her first ride on her new 24-inch Fuji road bike. For Kim it was her first ride on her new Serotta Legend Ti road bike. For me~well, I just rode my old Bike Friday which is my sherpa for my cross country tour this summer.

What a joy it is to see my children and grand children developing a healthy addiction to cycling!

Counting Down to Launch on June 13

My panniers and bicycle are all packed! Tomorrow morning at 9:00 am Barb and I fly from Salt Lake City to Seattle to begin our big Cross Country cycling adventure. This is a dream realized for both of us since we both just recently retired. It will take us about 3 months at 50 miles per day to cycle 4,280 miles from Bay View State Park, Washington to Portland, Maine. We're using some Adventure Cycling maps and for the portion through Canada, I cut up a bunch of free AAA maps to plan our route.

We're each carrying about 50 lbs of gear which includes a tent, sleeping bag and pad, all clothing and rain gear, tools, tubes, a spare tire, sparse cosmetics, minimal cooking gear and enough food and water for 24 hours. I'll update my blog as often as I find a library or other computer. So until September, "tailwinds and sunny skys!" Lucy

"Shake Down Ride" in Preparation for Cross County Tour 2009

Pics: Jolivot children Jules, Marisk and Fostine; parents Florence and Joel; Lucy and Barb at Dam Store and Snow Canyon State Park.





On April 5, 2009 Barb and I started a four-day "shake down" tour from my home in Hurricane to Mesquite, NV and back in preparation for our big cross-country adventure this summer. My bicycle and all the stuff I carried weighed in at about 75 lbs. Barb's was about the same. Day one we rode 35 miles from my house to Snow Canyon State Park in Ivins, UT to camp the first night. It was pretty hilly riding, but the weather cooperated and we made it into camp before 3:00 pm. Several of my friends from the St. George area rode up the canyon to our camp to wish us well. Day two, we rode 50-miles from Snow Canyon to Mesquite without any great issues. In fact, once we topped Utah Hill on "Old Highway 91" it was downhill for fourteen miles without touching a crank! The cacti and wild flowers were beginning to bloom along the road. We stopped at the Beaver Dam for a rest and pictures at the Dam Store, Dam Bar and Dam Deli. We stayed the night with an old friend of Barb's in Mesquite. Day three we rode back from Mesquite to Ivins. The day was much hotter and the climb over Utah Hill seemed much more challenging. Unaccustomed to riding in the dry desert heat, Barb "bonked" due to not enough water and nourishment. So we called for a ride in for her at the top of Utah Hill. As I crested the top of Utah Hill after a long climb, there were bicycles and people! It was a French family of five who are bicycling around the world. There under a juniper tree on a tarp were the three children ages 12, 9, and 5 doing their schoolwork. Naturally, I jumped into a whirlwind of questions for these amazing cyclists who spoke pretty good English. Since "daylight was burning" and I needed to get to my overnight stop in Ivins, we traded calling cards and I invited the Jovolet's to stay at my house when passing through Hurricane in a couple of days. I continued all the way to Ivins by bicycle. Day four Barb was recovered so we rode the 35 miles back to my home in Hurricane without any problems. We cycled a total of 175 miles in four days. What we learned: carry more water than you think you will need; eat and drink before you feel the need; lighten that load!