Day 23: No rest for the weary onward to Culbertson

Pictures: Well kept 1902 church
Diane and Kevin take a break to look at the church
Horses catching the breeze on a hilltop
Kevin puts on a 2nd pair of shorts
Cotton ball clouds after rain storm
We decided that we had experienced all Wolf Creek by the evening so instead of taking the following day off we traveled 57 miles to Culbertson. A lot can be said both pro and con about the decision to skip another day off. So far we have only had one day off and that was in Whitefish. Everyone’s tired physically but I didn’t realize how the decision to go on would effect me emotionally. Looking forward to having a day off is what got me to Wolf Point. Ever since the hot day going to Glasgow I hadn’t had legs, every mile came grudgingly. When we got to Wolf Point we celebrated with pitchers of beer and long naps. The reality of the decision to press on didn’t hit home till I got back to the hotel room around 9pm and saw my dirty laundry in a pile on the floor and my computer sitting on the table still in its case not turned on once that day. I spent the next half hour packing all my crap back in the panniers and regretting that I didn’t speak up at the meeting and say, “Hell no I’m taking tomorrow off I’m 3 days behind on the blog and need to catch up.” Those 30 minutes repacking just got my blood pressure up and kept me wide awake till 1a.m.
The ride to Culbertson sucked. The whole day spent spinning at 100 rpm into a 20mph head wind. My legs exhausted around the 40 mile mark along with my butt on a nice 8% mile long hill. Kevin’s butt was so sore he put on a second pair of cycling shorts. We arrived to the dreary RV park to find out the café in town closed at 2pm giving us front foursome an hour to set up tents and stow our gear then start calling Susan and Bill to tell them to come directly to the café to meet us before it closed. They made it in at 1:38. Shortly after returning to the RV/trailer park it started to rain/thunderstorm. We all went to the laundry/bathhouse for shelter where it was at least 100 degrees inside. I typed blog stuff and did laundry. Kevin laid down and fell asleep. Bill, Susan and Rick visited with the neighborhood children who had been trying to sell us stones that they had busted into chunks with a hammer (customized rocks)(Kevin bought 2). Towards the end of the storm the park owner came by and chided us for having the gall to prop the door open (with a customized rock) letting the rain come in and make the floor wet. We were to exhausted to respond. After the rain nifty cotton ball clouds appeared I snapped a picture.