Before we begin today’s tale, I need to clear up something from yesterday. I did indeed cross into the Mountain time zone late yesterday.
Last night I splurged for a decent hotel and had dinner at a sit down restaurant. Salad and jambalaya. The portions were huge. The walk back to the hotel was mostly a waddle.
At hotel breakfast this morning I met Peggy an Jeff who were traveling to Milwaukee by bike. They are known on Crazyguyonabike as PB&J.
The way west was aided once again by a mild tailwind. I must have been good because Bike Santa is sure being nice to me. The road climbed gradually and rolled a big bit I was having no problems. Then I realized that’s The Mule had achieved a milestone coming out of Dickinson.
The number and size of buttes increased today as I rode west. I startled a pheasant in the tall grass next to the road and he blasted up and away. I also spotted another fawn.
Frankly I thought the green hills and buttes were quite pretty. After a few miles the route took me into I-94. The shoulder is paved, ten-feet wide, and has a rumble strip so I felt very safe. Interstates tend not to have steep hills which made my legs happy.
I noticed the soil near the road was not brown. Instead it was white like a sandbox or gypsum in wallboard. I spotted a couple of cool looking mesas in the distance. Then I went around a big grassy hill. When I came to the other side of the hill I saw it. The Painted Canyon of the Badlands in Theodore Roosevelt National Park.
Not only had the terrain changed in what seemed like an instant, but it was spectacularly beautiful. I rode to the scenic overlook, parked my bike, and walked around for over a half hour.
The road to the scenic overlook contains a cattle guard, a metal rumble strip that catches the feet of large animals. The large animal here is the buffalo. Sadly I didn’t see any but when I got back on the interstate I could hear and see prairie dogs. (No pictures though because I was going downhill.)
I left the interstate to visit Medora, a funky western town that looked cheesy to me.
I stopped at a pub for lunch, a steak salad. Delish.
When I started up again the wind direction had changed. The headwind increased in intensity for the rest of the day as a storm passed through, mostly to the south and east.
Also the hills increased, or seemed to. A bike tourist zoomed by me in the opposite direction. He waved as told me that the food in the gas station in Sentinel Butte was great.
This gave me something to look forward to as I fought the wind and the hills. It also began to rain, not hard but the raindrops were big and cold.
I stopped at the gas station that looked like the one in Mayberry. Inside three men were packing up a burgers and snacks lunch. They offered it to me but I had eaten only a couple of hours earlier. Instead I asked for some ice cream. One of the men paid for it. Then another mad opened up a container on the table. Cookies. I had one, again for free.
Heading west was one big hill then a long downhill through rollers to the town of Beach. Here the route took me back to I-94. And the storm started building over me. Fortunately the road began to angle to the northwest. Into Montana. Note the selfie path.
There were two signs that just might have been related.
For the last five miles I had a strong tailwind. Despite very tired legs I flew along at 17 miles per hour until I exited the freeway at Wibaux. All the rain had convinced me to grab a hotel. I found one just outside of town in a gravel road. No lie.
Time to take the gas station dude’s recommendation and head into town for some pizza and beer.
My thanks to the people of North Dakota for a pretty awesome week that began with colorful ASL bike racks and ended in jambalaya and gas station freebies.
Miles today: 76
Total miles: 2,395
6 thoughts on “Any Road Tour: Day 32 – Badass in the Badlands way”
Can’t wait to hear about your MT experiences. Glendive had lots of inexpensive food, subsidized by the casino at the casino restaurant. We were delighted to find a store halfway between Circle and Glendive. It didn’t look like it was always open or long for the world. I hope it’s there for you. Circle was a trip. According to Wikipedia, “Circle is 192 miles from the nearest Starbucks, making it the community farthest from the nearest Starbucks in the lower 48 United States.”
I’m trying to decide whether to do s short day to Glendive or a monster day to Circle. I think the wind will decide
You look so happy!
Per Wikipedia–Medora: “It is the county seat of, and only incorporated place in Billings County.”
Wow. You’re in wild country up there. Enjoy Montana!
There’s nothing between towns. It’s a bit creepy.
I’m really enjoying this. Headwinds today may wipe that smile off my face.
Big Sky country congrats! I have had the good fortune to visit many national parks and I would say the Badlands is the most underrated, I had never even heard of it until I drove into it but wow it is gorgeous. Tailwinds across MT sir, Oh and congrats to the Mule on 48K!