Just outside of Townsend, Montana
I am so freaking trilled to be back on the road. I don't know why I stopped so long; it's been a confusing month.
I have been riding for three days, three grey, rainy, cold as hell days. I have not biked that much, just enough to get me to the beautiful city of Helena, but it has been cold and miserable. The kind of coffee'n reading kinda days. But it is Fall in Montana. The angry sky is glorious everywhere I look. The dying ground colors everything in it's last shout for greatness before decay. The air is chilling so I do not over-heat while biking...
I am so freaking trilled to be back on the road.