{"id":9475,"date":"2013-07-15T22:13:28","date_gmt":"2013-07-16T02:13:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tourdebocrie.com\/?p=9475"},"modified":"2013-07-15T22:13:28","modified_gmt":"2013-07-16T02:13:28","slug":"day-25-monday-july-15-glasgow-to-wolf-point-montana","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tourdebocrie.com\/?p=9475","title":{"rendered":"Day 25. Monday, July 15 – Glasgow to Wolf Point, Montana"},"content":{"rendered":"

At breakfast we listened to the farmers talking about “heying” as we watched the wind bending the trees….. Alrighty then!<\/p>\n

As we pushed off at seven, into the wind in a cloudless 62\u00b0 sky, we noticed the stormy clouds we were leaving behind. \"\"<\/a> With the strong winds out of the east there was no chance of the western sky ever effecting us. \u00a0We settled into the saddle knowing we could not go any faster than one pedal stroke at a time. \u00a0Once again the rolling hills\"\"<\/a> and pastures \"\"<\/a>were beautiful and we were almost<\/em> accepting the wind in our face as part of the ride (no choice, really). \u00a0Every now and then we would steal a glance back and then began taking pictures over the shoulder \"\"<\/a>to keep tabs on the clouds that began to build and darken. \u00a0The morning was not without it’s whimsical \"\"<\/a>moments, however,\"\"<\/a> even as we battled the wind. \u00a0By 8:30 the storm at our backs had obscured the sun in front of us.\"\"<\/a> Our pedaling took on a new sense of urgency as the storm behind us came closer\"\"<\/a> and we prayed our shelter from the storm would show up soon. \u00a0Five miles sooner than the map showed, our cover (Nashua) appeared. \u00a0We had enough time to take a picture \"\"<\/a>then dash inside. \u00a0Little did we know, this was a Great place to stop,\"\"<\/a> even without a storm\"\"<\/a> chasing us inside. \u00a0Meet Larry of Bergie’s. \"\"<\/a> We enjoyed stories and locally grown and milled whole wheat toast (The Best) as we waited out the storm. \u00a0So Jerry asks, “How do you put up with the winters, here?” \u00a0Without a second’s thought, Larry responds, Oh, it’s not this hot in the winter!! , <\/em>it was 66\u00b0 outside. \u00a0As the thunder and lightening stopped and the clouds moved away,\"\"<\/a> we regrettably pushed away from the comfort and smiling faces. \u00a0Though the storm moved ahead of us \"\"<\/a>and washed the sky blue\"\"<\/a>it gave new strength to the wind, that we continued to battle while dealing with the rolling hills. \u00a0Had an opportunity to take a country road, \"\"<\/a>off the busy highway and jumped at the chance for some quiet and a chance to relax a bit. \"\"<\/a> Unfortunately, these roads took “rolling” hills to a whole new height and in the now full strength of the sun it was taking it’s toll.\"\"<\/a>Out of water and dried out, we cut back to the highway and luckily found a tiny gas station to rehydrate. \u00a0The rest of the day was a struggle just to make it to town without suffering heat stroke in the 100\u00b0 temps; we were so<\/em> ready to jump in with these cows to cool off. \"\"<\/a> We hit the first\/only gas station and downed a liter of water in two seconds. \u00a0Checked in and showered after our tough 54 mile day, we watched as the weather channel warned of a tornado just to our north. \u00a0Later that evening, someone checking into our hotel, showed us video of the double funnel tornado she had seen 15 miles north….Yikes!\n\t\t