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... what they are. They tell us they are round bales of hay or straw. They make them in square bales like we normally see or these larger round bales. They are used for feed or bedding.
Next we run into a swarm of bugs. Like not just one or two but check out the windshield. Picture taking is on hold as the camera only focuses on the bugs so we find a rest area. The bug patrol, that's ...
... with our granola bars and Coke, and a little boy came out of the post office. Was he ever chatty! His name is Dawson, and he loves football. He’s 5 years old!
The next 14 miles were some of the loveliest of the day. We cruised along a curving highway through a narrow valley that led back to the Madison River, then followed that for another several miles. There was little shoulder, and the road was ...
... a great night sleep. In the morning, we found a nice, old-fashioned café in Miles City for breakfast. Driving through a light drizzle for part of the way, we decided to stop in Livingston for lunch so that we could arrive home on full stomachs and start unpacking. It felt so great to walk into our house and know that we had come full circle in our sabbatical adventure.
Since deciding to accept the position at Amherst, ...
Landing in Bozeman, MT after leaving the woods turned out to be the perfect situation for us. I quickly got acquainted with Chris’s old friend, Dave, his girlfriend, Renee, and their super comfy home.
We just happened to arrive at the same time as another one of their college buddies, Eagle, came into town. The guys kicked off the weekend with a canoe trip down the Yellowstone River. Since this also coincided with Renee going for a visit back ...
... I wanted to see as by now my butt was really sore and I needed to get off the bike. Wayne was having a similar problem as it turns out. Anyway, he turned in and I got off the bike with gratitude. We took quite a long break as we still had several hours of riding ahead of us. Wayne was a bit surprised at the time, then clicked that we had lost an hour through a time change, rather than a riding speed. Nothing specific to mention with ...