Rain today as we awoke at Merry Widow campground outside Basin, MT. Not fun. We packed up wet and found shelter in the camp's laundry room. Psyching up for a 30-mile rain slog in a laundry room is difficult. But at a pause in showers, we headed out. Not a bad route: 12 miles of gravel split by an interesting quarter-mile mountain tunnel. Scary! But only an occasional ceiling drip. Butte, MT was our final destination. And the rain held off until the Continental Divide outside town. Then the heavens opened, and we were washed down the screaming five interstate miles into Butte. Adding to the challenge was a 30 mph wind that wanted to sail us into traffic. "Them bikes" is stout, though, and delivered us soaked and more reverent to the Super 8 motel. Kyle and Maggie Jelly drove up from Belgrade and joined us for dinner and conversation in the evening. Tomorrow looks rainy again, but we are well fed, smell better, and are rested. Lookin' for that hand of blue in Big Sky Country. Bike on!
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