Day seventeen.
From Lima to a forest in the rain. 69 miles.
Good morning Savoy.
Cows! Watch our one minute interaction with the cows.
I had a nice chat with these cowboys. They were moving a herd to new pastures. The older guy on the right said his employer, Maverick Ranch, has 400,000 acres and that he has the best job in the world.
He also said they coated the road for us.
Big sky country.
Max tried to swim here, but it was too mucky. As we were getting ready to leave the lake a wicked wind picked up, which usually means rain too. We thought about pitching our tents right there, but realized that the wind was blowing in our direction of travel. We took off as quickly as we could and enjoyed a wicked fast 15 miles of gravel before it caught us.
Fortunately for us we found this storm drain in which to ride out the storm. It really didn’t rain that much, so there was no danger.
We found a forest and set up in a light drizzle. A good day indeed.
