I just looked at my last blog and realised that it was a whole continent ago. I write this on the east coast of America in North Carolina, haven’t made it to the Atlantic yet, but the state we are in touches it. I was a bit bummed the last time I wrote because I lost all my photos. I had the chance (and the patience) to re-insert lots of them back into the old blogs, so that was actually a fun(ish), sometimes frustrating way to revisit our trip.
The new one coming?
Since leaving Spokane Washington, so much has happened. We re-crossed the Rockies in the north, saw lots of snow in Glacier National park in Montana and tons (literally) of wildlife in Yellowstone National park in Wyoming, rode our bikes in some amazing places, stayed in some creative camp spots on Indian reservations and camped on the front lawn of people who sold us eggs in Idaho. The mountain passes gave way to the Black Hills where we saw Mt. Rushmore then headed into the wonderful Badlands of South Dakota. Came across the flatlands of Nebraska and Kentucky until we started up and down back in the Ozarks, but this time in Missouri where we volunteered on a farm for a few days.
Daughter and dad.
Actually all four together!
The family in Glacier, mom and son.
Still have the old phone booths.
There’s bears lurking in the forest.
Creative camping with Janey-Rae
The original inhabitants remembered.
Try this in high season.
Glacier in the off-season.
Not a bad view for the evening.
Lots of thermal activity.
Glacier National Park
Wild buffalo, that’s one hefty animal.
Bike chain art in Cody, Wyoming.
Grand Geyser. The tallest predictable Geyser in the world.
That’s not a bike Louis!!
The snow will remain till July.
Wonderful scenery keeps on coming.
Think everyone knows everyone else?
Indian territory in Montana.
Small town, USA.
Some Yellow stone.
Even Janey-Rae gives way to these guys!!
That’s some hot water down there.
A New Yorker at heart, not really a Frenchman!
Won’t find an empty parking lot in a few weeks near Old Faithful.
Gonna miss these roads.
Walking around Yellowstone.
Snow on the Rockies.
Click, click, click…
Where are we?
Tensleep Wyoming 34 years later.
Need I say more?
Says it all.
Janey-Rae having a rest near Cody.
Interesting tanning salon.
Just worth a photo.
When you don’t live near the sea, you take your boat on the road.
The nice scenery just didn’t stop.
A high pass in early Spring.
Looking good on that horse Angie.
Not a bad road.
Nice place to visit, except for the plague possibility.
Chessie and The Sundance Kid.
And you can see that good life 15 miles away on the flat roads approaching it!!
The farm life, Missouri.
Our host, Sarah.
I know that profile anywhere.
Back in the Ozarks.
Chessie the farm girl.
Watch your toes, snapping turtle in Kentucky.
Get to work.
After leaving the farm we kinda felt the trip was winding down, and though there is still a lot to be seen in even what some would consider the less interesting places of America’s landscape, Janey-Rae was raring to put on some miles, and we were looking forward to seeing some familiar places. Another visit with our family and friends in North Carolina was imminent. There was grandma to say hi to and a river called the French Broad to raft down. Cousins to play with and Enduro mountain bike events to be ridden. So even though it seems like the trip was ending it surely wasn’t.
Stately homes in southern Illinois.
Run down homes right next to the stately ones.
Ozark mountain roads.
We still have to head to NY and maybe back into Canada. Soon enough Janey-Rae and our journey will all be a fond memory, but as for now we still have a month or two left of creating more of those wonderful brain synapses.
Each state closer east.
Not far now.
Eating together after some house construction in Marshall, N.C.
Angie and my mom, Charlotte, N.C.
The cousins having a swim.
Rafting down the French Broad River.
Enduro racing in Pisgah, N.C.
Back in the right saddle again.
The song below became a sort of theme in the latter part of our journey. We came across it on one of the many country music stations we listened to in the hinterland. Just to clear it up now, a Yeti 110 is a cooler and silver bullets are the nickname for Coors beer, so he isn’t glorifying any kind of weird gun and a bunch of bullets that The Lone Ranger used to use!!!
See ya up the road.
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