Livin’ it up in the CB

So here I am in Cut Bank, Montana, three weeks into my tour, and this is my first blog post.  My visions of logging onto the internet in a quaint little internet cafe every evening after the days ride quickly dissappeared soon after take off, partly because the internet is tough to find, and partly because most of my time off the bike is spent finding a place to sleep, or with the people nice enough to let me stay with them.

But I should have the time to write a bit now.  A few days back I threw my wheel into a pothole, sending a shockwave up my arm that ended at my clavicle.  I decided to attempt to “ride it off”, but that went over like a fart in a space suit, so I’ve thrown myself at the mercy of western medicine yet again:  So far, an arm sling, lots of rest, and some glorified Ibuprofen I probably paid too much for.

But let me take you back a few days.  My ride started out at Neah Bay, Washington, and worked its way along  the northern part of the Olympic Penninsula heading east.  From there, it was Highway 20 all the way over the Cascades to the Washington/Idaho border, which is pretty close to where Simon departed the expedition.  I injured my shoulder in Idaho, and made it about 300 miles into Montana before I realized some R and R was in order.

So that’s the skinny.  I will post some more meat in the coming days, but for now you know, in short, how I got here.

You can also look at some of the pictures that I’ve taken so far.

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