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WIld West here I come

I've taken yet another day off, in an attempt to rest sore knees and muscles. I'm just inside Noth Dakota, looking west to Montana, which stands less than 50 miles from me. Once in Montana I do not expect much contact with the outside world. Its very desolete out there from what I've been told. So this may be one of the last posts for awhile. Currently, I'm about two thirds of the way through my trip. I've got some where around 1200 miles to go with 2500 behind me, ish.

The Dakotas have been beautiful, with very friendly people and LOTS of wind. At times it seems like Im standing still, even thouhg my legs are still moving, thats how strong the wind is here. I've been riding mostly through the Missouri Plateaus, which as you can imagine are hilly then flat, very brown. In the last couple of days the color has come back to the land in a big way, with fields of yellow and violet as far as the eye can see. This is because I've rode into the black hills of Dakota, which are not as flat and very round. Its amazing how the country side changes, ever so subltly, everywhere I go. Montana should be flat with more wind and less color. I'm starting to prefer, the hills and mountains to all these flats and there unceasing wind. At least with the uphills there's usually a downhill.

I've added a few more links, so check out these other blogs of folks I love or at least can stand. Larisa's started a blog for her trip to Switzerland, which she left for this week. And in true L'sauce style is already making a time of it. I wanted to thank eveyone who has sent emails, called, or posted a comment on the blog. It truely keeps me going knowing how people are doing, and that they are thinkg of me just as much as I think of them.