There was a weatherman in Boston who used to put the word MOTS on his weather maps. More of the Same. That’s what today was.
Highway 200 which I was on all day yesterday continued to Willett (emphasis on first syllable). The road rolled but I had several instances of miles long level stretches. The route pivoted toward the southwest so, of course, did the winds. It was also about ten degrees warmer but, by DC standards, this is hammock weather.
The ranges here are thousands of acres with only a handful of cattle on them. You see a house every ten miles or so.
After having a lousy day on the bike yesterday I decided to eat and sleep like a king. Dinner was French dip with gems. Blueberry pie a la mode finished me off.
I took some ibuprofen pm back at the tent and slept through the night. Except my body won’t give up east coast time.
I had a breakfast platter to fuel my ride. Eggs, bacon, toast, and hash browns.
I rode for over 20 miles to Sand Springs where I stopped at the town market and post office. The Postmaster has just made a huge platter of cinnamon buns so I had one with some Gatorade. Bwaaaa!
I had another Gatorade with a cookie while talking Postal Service with the Postmaster.
About mid ride I noticed evergreen trees on the rolling hills. They were a welcome change of scenery but they seemed to be either damaged by fire or some kind of blight.
About 50 miles of rangeland later I rolled into Willett with its dirt streets and weathers buildings. There was nowhere to tent camp but a couple of bicyclists had parked their RV so I joined their site. This is legal as long as I am traveling with them, you see.
Michael and Leonore are very nice folks riding west to east with a humongous sag wagon.
I am eating dinner at the Winnett Bar. The waitress forgot my order of tater tots so she brought out a huge basket of them. The perfect accompaniment to my chef’s salad.
I’ve been getting conflicting information about Rogers Pass, so thanks to Marie Morris for tracking down the official websites and 800 number.
Miles today: 76.5
Total miles: 2,618.5
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 
So you probably can’t wait until 7 a.m. to have breakfast, but if you can, we rated the Kozy Korner Cafe and Bar in Winnett the best breakfast of the trip. It got recognition in Gourmet magazine for the pancakes. It’s written up in some book about road food. Worth the wait. Are you heading to Lewistown tomorrow? I wish you the tailwinds we never saw during this portion of our trip.
Yes. Lewistown. Then, hopefully, a B&B in Geraldine. I will call them tomorrow. Thanks for the Kozy Korner tip.
I’m at the KK. The owner is an old lady using an oxygen tank. So sad.
I love that you’re traveling to a world where the Postmaster makes cinnamon buns. And then shares them with people. That’s delightful.
The only thing my “Postmaster” brings me is bills and other peoples mail! Love the pics of the abandoned houses. Love Montana, nicest people and great steaks. Stay safe, can hardly wait for the next installment.