Love, Loss, and Living
Riding injured changed everything, but though for days I felt as if I had forgotten how to ride and was constantly afraid, I didn’t give up. I did, however, reroute to avoid several gravel roads I had planned to ride. It wasn’t just a matter of how unnerved the crash had left me; I could no longer stand on the pegs, and on a top-heavy bike like the V-Strom, doing so is a critical strategy for stability.
I’m glad that I kept going. The Montana I saw during the last three weeks of my tour was quite different from the mountainous areas through which I had been riding. And I loved it all!
Lunch At tje Hells Canyon Overlook
I have ridden to this overlook many times in the past, but never have I found the view to be as free of haze as it was that day. I smeared peanut butter on yet another Mission tortilla, knawed a strip or two of beef jerky, and washed it all down with an electrolye drink.