I asked the Sheriff about camping and she recommended the high school football feild. Seemed shady but, oh well. It was odd fixing breakfast as the boys began morning practice. I tried to find water and was disappointed by the lack of help from the locals. The sheriff suggested a campground but I found all the pumps broken. I ended up replenishing in a RV park laundromat. Nobody was around, it may have been illegal but nobody will ever know.
First 10miles to Helena were up a gentle grade and through heavey wind. I couldn't get any momentum, going was real slow. Later the terrain tapered off and I regained lost time. Helena was weak. I considered getting a hotel and trying to track down Barry Hood, a local glass artist. I couldn't establish contact and decided to split.
The next leg included the Continental Divide. I probibly shoulda just waited for morning but something was driving me on. At first the road was real flat and again there wass wind. Finally I hit mountains and the road started to switchback and climb. It was brutal. After a while I thought I might just walk. I decided to take one more break and try once more. I got back on and hauled my poor ass over at 4m/h. 8:30pm 7/13/06 weary, beaten, delirious but never defeated I crested the Great Divide and began the plunge down into the arms of the West.


The feeling of triumph was slow to fade so I peddled on for another hour. 9:30 and I hit the sac hard. 85miles and I'm beat. Good day.
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