Bad bike tourist

Every so often (well . . . okay, EVERY morning) one of us utters this statement, “We’re bad bike tourist.” You see, a good bike tourist gets up at 5 a.m. They are on the road by 6 a.m. and done riding by noon. Way far on the other hand, our day looks like this: up a 6 a.m., eating breakfast by 7 a.m., still drinking coffee at 9 a.m., on the road at 9:30 a.m. That combination of numbers usually leads us to still be sitting on our bikes during the late afternoon.

First of all, we are both very okay with riding later in the day. We’re both okay with starting whenever we want in the morning, sight-seeing along the way and stopping whenever we want. Until . . . . today.

Today Melissa and I left Jackson Hot Springs at noon. Noon! We spent our morning talking to a waitress about Henry Miller and Anais Nin and books and music and life. And we lost track of time. And we got to Sula, MT at 6:30 p.m. -- the place we had planned on camping for the night. Only, everything was closed. Yes, the whole town was closed. So we had to get back on our bikes and pedal down the road to find food and shelter, which ended up costing us a lot more than I would like to admit.

Today, we were bad bike tourist.

Brooke