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The Bees Made Honey In The Lion's Skull

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To expand upon the recap:

We got to Glacier National Park on Sat, June 20th. Glacier National Park sits on the Rockies and has a pass over the Great Divide at 6700 feet. The pass opened for hiker/biker usage on the morning on June 21st. Also, WE SAW A BEAR!

HEYYYYY

She was totally chillaxing, watching her cubs goof off in a tree. Which was a problem, because she was basically sitting on the bike path between our camp and the small base camp area where we planned to spend our afternoon.

We headed up towards Avalanche Creek campground with the intent to cross the pass early in the morning on Monday, June 22nd. At 10pm, it started raining. And it kept raining all night, and all next day. We sat in our tent for almost 30 hours. It finally stopped raining at dawn on Tuesday, June 23rd, and we headed for the pass. It was worth the day we burned waiting for the rain to stop:

OH SO THAT IS A GLACIAL VALLEY

OH SO THAT IS A GLACIAL VALLEY

BASICALLY A ICE DRAGON LIVES HERE

HEY BIKERS WHY DON'T YOU GET OFF YOUR BIKES AND POSE

LOGAN PASS, 6700 FEET

When we got about 2 miles from the pass itself, the road was closed due to some construction on the other side. Since we had heard the pass was clear (and didn't want to take a detour), we pressed our luck, jumped the gate, and kept pedaling.

It was worth it: The landscape was breathtaking, and we cleared the pass at about 11:30am. Rolling down into the Eastern Rockies we got pulled over by Park Rangers, who gave us written warnings. Whoops!

After that we rode through a seemingly endless ruined forest/blasted grasslands over too many hills to count. Also, this kitten tried to adopt Pat and I:

I SAID NO YOU CANNOT COME WITH US

We camped in Browning, which is a pretty rough town on the Blackfoot Indian Reservation. I'll discuss that in my next post.

P.S. NOGGIN IS OK, I HAD ANOTHER TOURING CYCLIST WHO IS A BRAIN DOCTOR CHECK ME OUT. PLEASE TO QUIT WORRYING, OK?