Ok so today I was officially back to my solo DirtyFree2016 U.S. adventures. After an awesome day of riding to Devils Tower and getting to camp at it's campground, I was off early to make it out to the infamous Battle at Little Bighorn, up in Montana. I stopped at a rad roadside biker dive for a post breakfast beer, where I tried a lager that is made locally. The bar was dark, dingy, and filled with ancient artifacts affixed to the ceiling. The older woman running the place was tattooed like a leopard, and I was immediately in love. Said she was from Huntington Beach originally. I sat for a spell and chatted her and the cook. Had the place to myself. Then I was back on the road to the battlefield. I'm a sucker for Indian Trading posts, so I pretty much stopped at anything with a Teepee and some furs in front of it. Then before I knew it, after a quick pee down a dirt road in the forest, I was finally at Battle at Little Bighorn. My nifty National Park Pass got me in. I love this thing. Spent a few hours there doing the 5 mile battle tour ride, exploring the museum, and hiking up the hill and around the monuments. What an amazing piece of history. I left with about 2 hours o daylight to ride, but that sun always goes down sooner than one expects, so it got darker, and the weather got colder, with much more crisp content to the air. I rode till it was way to cold to not be wearing a leather jacket. I was waving my arms around for blood flow. But before any leather would go on, I would find myself at a campground in a mountain town in southern Montana, just outside Yellowstone, which would explain the sudden drop in temperature and loss of feeling in my finger tips. I had nothing but help in this charming little town. When I rolled up to get a tent camping spot, the hosts were like "you're kidding right? In this cold weather?" I said "you got anything better in mind?" The lady said "yeah, how bout a cabin?" I said "how much?" She said "30$" and I said "sold." Evidently anyone tenting in these parts freezes to death lately, so the fact that they offered me a cabin for 5$ more than what a tent camping site was gonna cost me, I feel like I just won the lottery. Haha And Maybe that's my mojo for saving the life of a 5 legged spider this morning. It was a great day.
And keeping with the fun devils themed trip, the address of the campground just happened to be "6664" hahaha.
See you on the road!
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