We stayed in the motel at Wolf Point nursing our wounds and eating gas station pizza. I did want to mention that we did go out to eat at the local Chinese restaurant the night before and it was the best Chinese food I’ve ever had. I still can’t figure that out because we were on an Indian Reservation. Anyway, the next day the forecast was bleak and we still weren’t feeling better so we planned our escape from the pain. I’ve had knee pain all my life. My knees started hurting when we left but as I continued it went away. As soon as we dropped out ofNorth Dakota into the first valley and up the hill I felt it in my left knee. If you have ever had leg problems you know that when you limp on one you start to hurt the other. That’s how it went.
I do feel like my legs and arms are stronger and my butt has held up. These Montana hills don’t feel as hard as the hills of southern Wisconsin but the length of the hills kill my knees.
Erica on the other hand (ha) has been having problems with her hand circulation almost the entire trip. She says either she looses feeling in her fingers or she hurts her wrist everywhere she places her hands. She constantly is shaking blood down to her fingers and has been wearing wrist guards whenever she is off the bike since Fargo. She can’t wear them on the bike because that makes her fingers go numb even faster.
So to the next Amtrak station with baggage we go. It is about 250 miles away. But don’t be fooled, we are not going home. We are going to Portland, San Francisco, and Los Angeles! We intended to visit those places all along. We are still going to enjoy ourselves and get lots of Tylenol and ice.
I hope that one day we can come back toMontanaand bike Logan’s Pass on Going to the Sun Road through Glacier National Park.
