Yesterday we rode 104 miles through the heat to Wolf Point, MT, on the Fort Peck Indian Reservation. I had been told by friends from the past that this would be one of our hardest days, if not the hardest, so I was mentally prepared for a beast, but it really wasn’t that bad. Wolf Point is rough. Indian reservations are always hard, and this is as remote as it gets. The night we were there there was a rodeo in town, so we went and checked it out, which I think was a real eye opener for a couple of folks on the ride. Rodeos are hard on the animals, and I don’t approve of them, but it was a cultural touchstone so we went and checked it out. On the way back we got hit by a freak windstorm that was actually a bit scary. The wall of dust and wind was so abrupt and specific; I can’t imagine being caught in a really bad one. It gave me a sense of what a tornado might be like. Even the locals were a. little scared. Ted and I checked out a really nice diner and had dinner and breakfast there and chatted up the waitress. I’m enjoying the riding but my body is having difficulty adjusting and man, is it hot!
