Riding into Chester was all about the wind. I shared the ride with Kelly and I have to admit by the end of it I was pretty grumpy. The terrain is still as dull as all get out. Kelly is great to ride with when things aren’t going well because she is always upbeat - “fake it till you make it” she says. She likes to play music too, some serious 80s and 90s jams with playlists with themes like “wind” or “jump”. One highlight was a tiny town we stopped in about 10 miles from the end - I can’t remember the name - where they had one bar, and we went to that bar, and it was exactly what you might imagine. Bar & Supper Club, it said, but eating there seemed…dangerous. Having a beer went very well, though, and the guy told us about the town dog, then Tim told a story about some other town dog, then I asked about his Syracuse poster, and generally speaking we just had a good ol’ time, until we had to climb back on and ride another 10 miles into the stand-up-in-your-seat wind. Chester, MT had a museum about the old days, where one sad lady turned the lights on for me and then followed me around as I looked at their old dresses (then presumably turned them off when I left). There was also an amazing cafe - Spud’s - where we had to go back behind the counter and serve our own soft drinks and coffee because the poor waitress/cook/owner was overwhelmed. Amazing biscuits, though. Oh! And I had Fry Bread, which was outstanding.
Oh, and that spot under the window is notable because that’s where I slept!
