There is wind again, but it's not as bad. It's not a direct headwind, and it isn't blowing as hard. Getting away from Williston - which was more like the oil towns of Eastern Montana, depressing - North Dakot is really beautiful. The hills actually roll here. I don't know what they do in Montana, goose step maybe?
The fields are planted in alfalfa and what I think is heather. So, amongst the green of corn, beets, or grain are patches of yellow and purple. It is a welcome break from the high plains/desert/ranchland we've been in for a week or more. It feels lush, verdant, and alive.
We also escaped the mosquitoes once we got away from Williston. Well, maybe not escaped, but they are manageable now.
We got into New Town, had some ice cream and we're going to ride 9 miles on to the camping at the recreation area when I discovered that I had a 9 inch gash down the center of my tire and the tread was peeling away from the casing. The Specialized Armadillo tires do not come recommended. I'm the third person I know of who this has happened to. I went in for some super glue and duct tape to see if I could get it to hold together til camp, but while I was working on it Amanda got us a lift from two young guys with a truck named Matthew and Joe. They build concrete grain elevators, and were out looking for some good fishing, but were kind enough to give us a lift out of their way to camp. As Joe said, "If it wasn't for the kindness of strangers, none of this would've been built."
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