Arrived in Minot

We were woken in Glasgow by splashing and giggling seniors that were in the pool we had camped next to. Apparantly that had found a floater...
Glasgow to Colbertson was a long day(115mi) long rolling roads, and over cast. I got a free tire (because of my one year warranty), and we met a young man named James who happen to be riding around the reservation as we passed through. He reminded me of "Pedro", and when asked how many brothers and sisters he had, he responded with, "ohhh 10 or 15". The locals call him Lance Armstrong. We arrived in Colbertson as the sun was setting and gorged on fried chicken and french fries at a the local gas station.

Colbertson to Williston was an easier day. There was a minor accident, but our equipment was quickly repaired. We hung out in the local bike store for a couple of hours with an autistic man named Glen who told us about the components we should have on our bikes, and where we could find the best deals for them. The older people in town informed us that we had arrived in "Gods Country", and we had a great sleep in the local park.

Williston to Newtown was started off by shipping back all the stuff we had stopped using (extra long underware, pots and pans, stove etc.) I probably dropped 5-10lbs. We saw beautiful hills, and figured out how to make the cows stampede as we passed. (hoot and a holler with a whistle) I felt like a real cowboy. We got a close up picture of a bull and played with a dead snake on the road. Later that evening we met some kids the were apart of "Bike to Build". There was 27 of them and they didn't have to carry their own equipment (They had a SAG). So we called them wimps, and took advantage of their surplus of food and access to showers.