Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Devil's Tower

July 8

We snuck across the street to grab continental breakfast from a neighboring hotel as ours didn't offer it. We strapped our gear to the bikes and set sail over Bear Tooth Pass. It was some if the most beautiful scenery I've ever seen in my entire life. I felt like I was in the Swiss alps. Yellow and purple wild flowers sprang up everywhere in the huge grassy fields around the glacial lakes that dotted the landscape. It was cold but worth it for two reasons: prettiest ride so far and it would most likely be the coldest our ride would ever be. After a few hundred miles of barren fields we arrived at Devils Tower. We camped the night in what seemed like someone's front yard.

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