Day 16: Flat City

Hey everyone! It’s Julia! So after a night of deer poking around my tent, we thought we were going to be so good and actually leave early today. Well we were so close to leaving at 7am, but just our luck Brian’s bike had a flat. This bike is really giving us a run for our money! 

In true Father’s Day fashion, my dad actually helped us out in changing Brian’s tire. Not sure if that’s how he thought his day would start out, but we are so grateful for my dad! Shout out to all the papa bears on this Father’s Day! 

Finally we were able to start our 55mile day, but not for long because guess whose bike’s brakes started acting up. Yeah it was Brian’s brakes, but after some adjusting we were back on our way. We had some good hills to start our day that I absolutely DIED on, but it’s ok because I survived to enough to write this post. 

Let me tell you, Dustin really got me today. I gotta admit it was pretty funny how oblivious I am to some things. So, we were riding along and there is a giant sign that reads “HAY”. Did I see it? Nope. Did Dustin see it and realize a great way to mess with me? Of course. Our conversation proceeded as follows: 

Dustin: HAY!
Julia: What?!

So simple. So funny. Wish you could’ve been there. 

Along we kept on riding, to hit yet another delay to our day. This time it was cows. I’m talking A LOT of cows, and all of them in the road blocking our way with not a care in the world that we had to get by. Luckily, this road that had no cars on it happened to have a car pass right as we were coming up to the cows to honk them out of the way. 
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We keep on going. Jamming out to Dustin’s music on my speaker. We finally think the day is turning around, feeling pretty good, making great time, and looking like we are actually going to get into Whitefish pretty early in the afternoon. 
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1hnmn8JbAv6B0NNsKEkb3lkCTQP7fVcBk
HA, so we thought. 

8 miles from the place we are staying, we get another flat tire. If you have been following along and keeping score of flat tires so far on this journey, we have: 
Brian: 2
Julia: 1
Dustin: 0
So it seems reasonable to think that maybe Dustin finally got a flat. Well you would be wrong. This one goes to Brian for a grand total of 3 flat tires. 
https://drive.google.com/uc?export=view&id=1kWBkNN-feTjd5kfIhS2NdrdZ59MLCYVn
We eventually make it to our WarmShower, where we sent up our tents within 2 minutes of the skies opening up and down pouring on us. We then spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with the rents!

My parents picked us up, so we could drive into Glacier National Park because tomorrow we actually will be going south of Glacier due to Logan’s Pass still being closed from snow fall. We were able to see some incredible mountains, lakes, rapids, and of course more deer. Brian and I can even say we stood in glacier water (Dustin was having no part in that freezing cold activity). 
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We then wrapped up the day by grabbing some food, washing all of our rancid smelling clothes, and showering at my parents hotel. Tomorrow looks like another day of rain, so wish us luck as we start our ascent to Marias Pass in the wet and cold weather! 

Some More Photos:
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