Lewistown

Today's ride from Geraldine to Lewistown (Meriwether Lewis has streets, towns, and businesses named for him across the entire Pacific northwest) was a tough 70 miles. The wind was in my face most of the day (confusingly, the few isolated clouds in the beautiful skies were going in the same direction as I was, so I do not understand how the winds on the road vexed me) and there were numerous short, yet challengingly steep, hills. While the views were great (see Square Butte pictured here), with the combination of heat and the required exertion, I exhausted my water bottles once before lunch and again, after. This evening, with 15 miles still ahead of me and little water remaining, I stopped at a welcoming private residence. They clearly are accustomed to the role of salvation as they recounted stories of many riders that stopped for water at their place, the only beacon of civilization for miles.