Good sleep in the tent and i was up and ready to make the short ride to Dickinson. A mixture of still not feeling good, some high winds and day 6 legs made the start to the day quite tough. After a bit there was a turn off to the painted canyon view point. I had heard it was worth a look and ready for a rest so i went to check it out.
The Roosevelt park in Medora is home to bison. I thought it would be cool to see some but the park doesn’t offer tours and its a 36 mile route so i gave it a miss. However, at the view point, was standing a bison. I couldn’t decide if it was real or not cause it was so still, but after a while it did move and it looked mean.
The pictures aren’t great but i didn’t want to get too close on the bike. The rest of the day dragged on, but then just as it always does, my destination grew near. I got to 113th street, i guessed that 1st street was probably the centre of town, on a bike 100 streets isn’t so far, so i was encouraged. But soon i realised that each street had a north, south, east and west version and every combination of them possible. Eventually i arrived, and sourced somewhere to live. I had already decided that tomorrow would be a rest day, hopefully give me a chance to shake the illness. Usually i like to stay in a motel no rest days, but Dickinson prices were ridiculous, so i headed to a campsite. I arrived at the campsite, (after cycling the whole way through town) as i was waiting to check in, i saw a brochure for Medora. The brochure described Medora as the number one place in north Dakota. Great the first night in north Dakota and i had already been to the best place in the state. Its all downhill from here, and i don’t mean the roads. I set up camp and headed for my second consecutive steak dinner. Before dinner, i went to a supermarket to get a new tub of cream to avoid saddle sores. The previous tub i had was called sudacrem, the US version is less tactful, its called butt paste.
After dinner, i went back to the supermarket to get some supplies. All the while praying that i didn’t get accused of stealing the butt paste that i was still carrying. Fortunately i was able to leave uninterrupted. I went back to camp and got an early night with the joyous feeling of not setting an alarm. Oh and happy birthday to mum for today.