Day 3 has me riding through the plains of Montana. I am struck by the great ocean of grass and wheat lands. I am reminded of scuba diving, floating in the swells on top after a dive. You can see forever.. then just for a bit. Riding through the plains is like this. On top you can see forever, then you drop down into the valleys.. As the day warms I start to notice the grasshoppers, they are everywhere. Soon my bike is covered, I feel the steady tattoo against my boots. Each time I stop the bike is besieged by hungry flies and bees. A stop in Jorden for lunch, a great burger and fries. Conversation turned to life in a small Montana town, rent for a two bedroom house, $200.00 with total utilities under
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