June 15.
400 miles so far camped on the bank of the river rain and high wind...tomorrow on to the big hole battlefield where the surprised nez perce beat the u.s. Cavalry in 1877.
400 miles so far camped on the bank of the river rain and high wind...tomorrow on to the big hole battlefield where the surprised nez perce beat the u.s. Cavalry in 1877.
I'm in my tent watching the Bitterroot River flow by, listening to thunder. This river is high, as was the Clearwater in Idaho ... a mere 15 ft from the tent. It's beautiful and I hope it stays put for the night.
Met a ~60 year old Englishwoman in Lolo. We were just starting the journey down the Bitteroot Valley at the same time. I rode most of the day with her. She was a BritRail telecom manager (probably a five on the Enneagram, for those of you who follow these things). She would have ridden a 7000-mi bike journey around the world - but found China too intimidating. After the trip, having planned and ridden it just the way she wanted, she seems very self-sufficient and at the same time, lonely. We part trails tomorrow.
Fives hold a dear place in my heart (since I disintegrate there!), and I can imagine a 7,000 mile solo trip not daunting a person of that nature. It sounds like you are having a great time. I'm very glad you found an internet connection and could update us. Happy trails and please know you're missed.
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So happy with you on this trip. What a beautiful sleep this night, beside the flowing of the Biiteroot!
Maybe you will hear the Coyote howl....
Dee, you are making my heart pound..."I don't know where such certainty comes from - the brave flesh or the theater of the mind - but if I had to guess I would say that only what the soul is supposed to be could send us forth with such cheer.~Mary Oliver...Living the LIFE!
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