Day eight.

70 miles. From Upper Whitefish Lake to the northern shore of Flathead Lake.

What the hell? How does all this stuff, plus our tents and sleeping bags, fit on our bikes? It didn’t rain last night, but our tents were soaked with dew. We took our time getting ready to give everything a chance to dry out.

And wow. When we got back on the road we were treated to a massive downhill thrill-ride tha dropped us into the town of Whitefish. We had lunch, visited yet another bike shop, stopped into a Safeway for provisions, and continued on mainly paved roads to a campground at Flathead Lake.

There’s a lot of support along the way from people who enjoy seeing the many cyclists pass their homes.

We stayed at a campground at Flathead Lake with about 10 other south bound riders.

A lot of those riders are older than even this old-bald-gray guy. This fellow, from the Bay Area is 76! What an inspiration!