Okay, hills. You win.

After yesterday’s grueling 65 miles of nonstop hill climbing, we were in our sleeping bags by 9pm.  Deliriously tired but full of pasta, I did my nightly map review and realized that we could be in Glacier the next day if we pushed, which would mean we could climb Going To The Sun Road on Friday and avoid weekend car traffic!  We congratulated each other on being amazing biking machines, and then we passed out.

This morning I got on my bike and realized that while my mind is all about the 80 mile push followed by a loaded attack on the Continental Divide, my legs are ready to mutiny.  We made it about 40 miles to Whitefish and decided to give in and call today a half rest day.  Those hills destroyed our thighs.  Plus we found a place that does a fancy hamburger with truffle fries, and a place that has huckleberry fro-yo, so…yeah.  Whitefish it is!

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