Along Lake Sakakawea

Today was a very short ride out of Williston, ND, to the shores of Lake Sakakawea. I encountered my first fellow, transamerican cyclist, albeit westbound.

My campsite is operated by The Links of North Dakota, allegedly a Golf Digest top 100 course. Too bad I didn't pack my clubs. Turns out, they had excellent clubs for rental, so I just ran out for a quick nine holes on a wonderful, links-style course. For not having swung a club for over a year, I'm ecstatic with how I did (no slices, a few hooks, admittedly three lost balls, but greens in regulation on a few of the holes). For future reference, cycling gloves serve perfectly adequately for golf, though I had to change shoes after my mountain cycling shoes (which have been one of my best pre-trip acquisitions) left marks on the practice green.

That was a nice finish to a tough day of cycling. I was expecting a primitive campsite (and it is), but received the treat of a fun round of golf. Life doesn't get better than this.