Day 10: Making Miles in Montana

I survived last night's storm, barely. I thought I or the bike was going to be struck by lightning. The thunder was so close that it shook my internal organs. It was pretty scary and earned a few squeaks out of me 🤣.

My last stop in North Dakota was Williston, where I was grabbing a dealership and a Doughboy before tearing into Montana. No HD anymore. Black Magic is gone 😞. They were great. But I did get to stop outside of Doc Holliday's Roadhouse. I ate there last time 😋. Yum!

I'm finally done with Minnesota and North Dakota. Now that I'm in Montana, the speed limits are higher and the cops will give you at least 8 over--as I proved three times today--so I'm making much better time.

On the 300-mile stretch across the top of the state, I just managed to skirt a major storm cell. It was black sky and popping lightning, and I would guess there was hail in it. I forgot about the speed limit and pushed hard to get past it. I still got a bit wet, but just missed the deluge. I've had enough lightning for a while.

Everything up here has babies. A few days ago I dodged a duck hen waddling her ducklings across the four-lane highway. I hope they made it. Another time there were pheasant chicks at the edge of the road. The teeny tiny cow calves are so cute, all curled up in the grass together under the watchful eye of whichever cow is charged with babysitting that day. But the absolute most adorable babies I've seen were the pronghorn antelope. A small herd of does and calves were just off the road. No pics, but OMG so cute!

I'm beat. Out. ✌️

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