{"id":15758,"date":"2015-07-13T11:35:41","date_gmt":"2015-07-13T15:35:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tourdebocrie.com\/?p=15758"},"modified":"2015-07-13T13:50:22","modified_gmt":"2015-07-13T17:50:22","slug":"day-2-sunday-july-12-ovando-to-helena-montana","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tourdebocrie.com\/?p=15758","title":{"rendered":"Day 2. Sunday, July 12 – Ovando to Helena, Montana"},"content":{"rendered":"

We swaggered (cowboy style) across the street for breakfast.\"DSCN3200\"<\/a> \u00a0Ovanda’s population (71) must have doubled overnight with\u00a0bicyclists taking cover from the rain; two joined us for breakfast.\"DSCN3202\"<\/a>\u00a0 In the middle is Mike (Touson, AZ), doing the Continental Divide race and Shawn (Sarasota, FL) is looping the U.S. on an electric bike! \u00a0Lots of chatter about our rides and experiences, but we had to hit the road.\"SAM_1262\"<\/a><\/p>\n

The parched earth had soaked up the rain that fell overnight, but the clouds still hugged \u00a0the hilltops.\"DSCN3206\"<\/a> \u00a0A breeze swirled through, chilling the temps that once again danced near 60\u00b0. \u00a0Eager to begin our long ride we pulled away, stopping only briefly to meet Aussie’s Lance and Mel.\"DSCN3203\"<\/a> \u00a0Though we could not feel it, the roadside grass told us the breeze was at our backs……thank you!<\/p>\n

The morning ride was mild ups and downs;\"DSCN3222\"<\/a> the clouds keeping the sun at bay and the temperature perfect for riding. \"DSCN3218\"<\/a>\u00a0It was not difficult to imagine cowboys, indians and wild horses roaming the land. \u00a0Except when you found a mile marker showing Jerry’s age.\"DSCN3263\"<\/a><\/p>\n

It was not until late morning that the clouds began to lift \"DSCN3227\"<\/a>and the breeze became a wind, blessedly still at our backs. We continued to bike close to the Blackfoot River, but other than horses\"DSCN3258\"<\/a>and fisherman\"DSCN3239\"<\/a>we saw no one. Shortly\u00a0before 1:00 we stooped on the side of the road to eat a quick sandwich we’d made earlier, before our climb \u00a0It was here at mile 45, we hit our first hairpin turn\"DSCN3291\"<\/a> that would begin the steep climb over the continental divide. \u00a0The wind gusts swirling in the cove of the mountain severely compromised our upward stability. \u00a0Each stretch before the next turn was short, preventing us from seeing the top but offering a magnificent view of the road we had covered.\"DSCN3301\"<\/a>Our flatland legs were screaming, but we were stoked to have climbed the 6131 foot Flesher Pass on the second day of our ride.\"DSCN3304\"<\/a>\u00a0 Though we were 50 miles into our ride, we still had a long day ahead. \u00a0The cold wind at the top defied the warm air of our long downhill; it was delicious.\"DSCN3313\"<\/a> \u00a0With the wind at our back we continued to sail through the plains; the hills void of lush trees \"DSCN3319\"<\/a>and further in the distance as we continued our descent.\"DSCN3320\"<\/a> \u00a0The day was warming up and\u00a0our enthusiasm and legs began to falter; thankfully the wind had our backs (pun intended) and the scenery……\"DSCN3324\"<\/a>…..just gorgeous.\"DSCN3331\"<\/a> At 80 miles we took our turn into town. \u00a0The\u00a0wind now assaulted us from the side and slowed our progress to a crawl. \u00a0Our oasis at the edge of town was a chocolate milkshake! \u00a0Duckies finally stopped paddling\u00a0after almost 8 hours in the saddle. \u00a0Helena is the capital of Montana with probably much to see, but after 87 miles we found the closest place to eat (unremarkable pizza) and headed to bed.<\/p>\n\n\t\t