It was starting to feel like i was never going to make it out of Montana. But waking up today, i had the very real feeling of only being about 35 miles from the border. As i said yesterday, Montana is a nice state with really nice people and if it had ended after Lewistown, then i would struggle to come up with any negatives. Unfortunately, it didn’t end there but civilization pretty much did, while the state just kept going and going. Again not feeling the best, i hit the road and struggled on. The first half of the day was tough, still feeling sluggish, energy was low.
But the legs kept going and soon enough i began to smell north Dakota. The realisation that a new state was close seemed to spur me on, and just like the underdog team in a children’s movie, i got a second wind and was a new man. Just before the border, i went through a small town called Wibaux, over the past few days i have become used to spending the night at any town that i come to, it was as though my tent had started to assembly itself. But this was not the destination, so i fought the routine and continued on. The border was unspectacular but very welcomed. There it was, the big colourful welcome to north Dakota sign.
I stopped briefly in Beach for some food, but now feeling much better, i continued to Medora. The next 25 miles into Medora went really nicely and i arrived in the little town feeling good. The town seemed really cool. It sits right next to the teddy Roosevelt national park and is an old cowboy town. I checked into a campsite and then headed to the cowboy hall of fame. It was an interesting museum, with history about Roosevelt, the battle of little bighorn and rodeo. I decided to go to a steak fondue place for dinner. With a bit of time to spend, i decided to go check it out before hand. I didn’t realise that the restaurant was at the top of a fairly large hill, which was very unwelcome after 60 miles of cycling but the view from the top was pretty good.
The place seemed nice, so i booked a place and headed off back down the hill. The girl selling the tickets did say to be there around 6pm, a little confused as to the time zone i am now in(my maps say that the zone changed at the border), i asked her what time it was now. She said she didn’t know what zone we were in but the time she gave me matched with the mountain time zone that i was already on. I asked when does the time change to the next zone, she didn’t know. 30 miles after the time has officially changed, she doesn’t know when it changes! After setting up my tent, it was time to go back up the hill for dinner. I decided to walk, cause the hill was so steep that even going down was unpleasant. I took the scenic route( tried to take a short cut and got really lost) which involved jumping over two small rivers(one which i didn’t make) and through a field and over the train tracks. By the time i made it up the hill, i was right on time and ready for some steak.
Dinner was excellent, there was even a really good band playing. The band were really good, almost undoing all there good work when they performed blue moon(of Kentucky) but that small blip was overcome.
I headed back down the hill well fed. By the time i went to bed, it was even dark!! Tomorrow’s target in the short trip to Dickinson, a large city where i plan to have a rest day. Would definitely recommended Medora to anyone passing this area.