We met some nice ranchers at the Sand Springs Post Office/Store last night. They're from Wyoming and are looking to buy some land in this area, though I'm not sure they even know why. They certainly didn't seem very keen on the landscape, though it's a tough landscape to get worked up about. We saw them again today at the library, sort of. After we got into town, we saw their truck at the bar, so Amanda left a note saying that if they were headed East (our direction) they should come talk to the cyclists at the library. They came to say hello, but they weren't going out direction, so we bid them farewell.
Yes, we were going to hitch a ride. They were awfully nice folks, and seemed like they'd make good company for the hour it would take to move on to the next town by car, a days ride for us. But, we didn't. We stuck it out.
We were gonna hitch a ride because today was 32 miles into a direct headwind up and over the coulies of Eastern Montana. It was hell. And the thought of a soft seat and an hours travel to our next stop was a little overwhelming. But, instead of a ride we got a lunch that was entirely fried and pie. It was delicious, but goes on the list of worst ideas we've had yet. Amanda had bacon, I had a grilled cheese with french fries, and we ordered this appetizer that was deep fried vegetables, cheese sticks, onion peels, and fried potato cheese nuggets - oh, and ranch for dipping.
Our bodies will never be the same.
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