Day 25 Circle, MT to Sidney, MT

1336.3 miles

The wind will never halt. It only gets stronger. The terrain will never be flat. The hills only get steeper. These are the only things I am sure of in life at this moment. The howling my ears has called everything else into question. Which, is exactly how I felt when we stopped at a bar in some tiny little town whose name has been driven from my head.

I didn't know if we would make the last 20 miles to Sidney. We stopped once, about 5 miles out at the top of a big climb, and then we beat it. We beat the wind. We won the mental game. It took three days of incessant monotony, but those last 15 miles it was like Zen. We just rode.

When we got into town, our bodies were pretty wiped out from three days and 170 miles of climbing and fighting. So, we got a hotel room. We showered and watched Drop Dead Gorgeous, which was exactly what we needed to lift our spirits.

We also ate at Taco Johns. When we were Freshman on the way to a punk rock show in Kansas City we saw a Taco Johns billboard with the Slogan "A Whole Lot of Mexican," which is hilarious. So, we vowed that we would stop and eat at Taco Johns someday, and now 7 years later we've finally done it. It's not spectacular. It's fast food. But, we had fun.

When we stopped in Ritchey today we got mascots for our bikes. Amanda's is a unicorn named Ruthy Dee and mine is a Liger named Rheinhard the Indomitable.