Continuing in Eastern Montana

The ride from Jordan to Circle was, like the previous day, marked by gruelingly steep hills, and a lack of facilities. After filling my water bottles in Jordan, I rode 30 miles to the only water for the entire day, a little public rest stop. A kindly truck driver advised me not to fill my bottles there since all of the tap water in the area is of dubious quality and he gave me a gallon of fresh water. When he heard that I had already drunk three bottles of "Jordan water," he laughed heartily, pointing out that it's healthy enough and that people out here live to ripe old ages, but he colorfully pointed out that "people in Jordan just don't know that it's not normal to have to s--- five times a day." Fortunately, I have not been afflicted with this Jordan-water side effect, so I'll count myself lucky.

The same driver advised against my planned route through the Ft Peck Reservation. I've had repeated warnings not to travel the "rez" by myself, so I accepted his gift of some old maps, and proceeded directly to Circle, MT.