Montana to South Dakota

Tuesday September 14. This morning while eating at the continental breakfast I talked a number of other guests. One was an amazing, determined man. He is handicapped and wheelchair bound from an accident in his youth when he was racing motocross motorcycles. He broke his neck and back. However, he never lost his love of riding and longed to do it again. He has purchased a Honda Goldwing trike and has had it modified to carry his wheelchair and to have all the controls hand operated. Wayne and his wife were on a two week journey on their bike and were going to ride Beartooth Pass!

After they left, I rode back into the actual town of Red Lodge to exchange something I bought back in August the first time through here! I bought two Beartooth t-shirts, but for some stupid

reason I got a medium and a small. I wore the small and actually washed it once, but I took it back and explained my stupidity and the lady let me get a medium instead. I told her that it was the longest distance I'd ever driven to return something: from San Diego to Montana!

Finally left town and rode from Red Lodge to Spearfish South Dakota. It was basically a travel day. The scenery was good, the highway was quiet and pretty straight and flat. The only place I really stopped was at Bighorn Battlefield National Monument. That should sound familiar, it's where Custer lost his last stand. They have a little visitor centre there and a museum and you can drive the hills and see the markers where the soldiers where originally buried.

Other than that, pretty quiet day. Oh yeah, one more thing. I was riding, listening to music and stopped at a highway junction to check my route. I was standing behind my bike and didn't hear here the trooper pull up behind me. When I turned around I was surprised, turned off the tunes and said hi. He asked if I was okay and if everything was alright. I told him I was just looking at the map. He said he was just checking to see if I was okay, offered a suggestion of route, wished me well and drove away. So, I owe an apology to the maligned troopers in my earlier post. He was a very nice officer.