Left Michelle standing on the front yard with tears flowing at about 7:45. Not sure if they are happy tears or sad tears. Boy I’m thinking this is nothing but a selfish thing to do on my part. But she almost demanded I do this trip so away I went. Must have been happy tears right?
Taking the back road to Ft. Benton does add about 10 miles but the fact that the traffic is very little made it a very pleasurable ride. Had a slight tail wind but that sure didn’t help with the 4 hills that I had to get over. I’m not ashamed folks. I do have feet and will walk up it if it gets me to the top. Remember now that on the other side of the hill I’m climbing is a hill going down. That is the fun part. The last hill had me going 37MPH on the downside. Weeeeeeeeee!
So here are some images of the this day 1:
So the Ferry is Open. What a great time to ask the Ferry for fewer hills for this old tired fellow. So I wonders off to find the Ferry to make a wish and find this fellow that looks like Barnacle Bill the Sailer. I ask him if he is a Ferry. Mistake. He insists I not call him a Ferry anymore. Well I guess he must be the bad Ferry as he threatened to put the bike where the sun don’t shine. You believe that story! NOT! I’m an old sailer and the difference between a fairy (Ferry) tail and sea story is, a fairy tale always starts our “once upon a time” and a sea story starts out ” this is no shit” But the sign was real.. We do have about 4 active ferries here on the Missouri River to get peeps back and forth across the river. Not a lot of bridges up here.
Nice easy ride to Ft. Benton and camped in the Canoe Campground at the County Fairgrounds. Met Katie and her friend for supper at one of the local Bar/Restaurants.
Now the numbers:
RoadKill: 1 Redwing Blackbird
Old Glory: 3 flying
Auto Fatality Cross: 1
Lost: My Bum. If found please return. Bring on the butte paste.