Wednesday, an exciting day of mostly gravel roads in the company of Robert and Trina, Collen, and Jim. We headed up to Deadwood - and as tempting as it was to yell "Cocksuckers!" in my best Al Swearengen voice, I managed to refrain - for buffalo burgers and to see the sights at what once must have been an interesting, sleepy town and is now the most horrific tourist destination ever. The roads were great, though, and our several close encounters with both free-range cattle and the United States Army kept us on our toes and well-stocked with good stories. I am as yet undecided whether today's ride is better titled "Apocalypse Cow" or "Can We Please Ride Faster, The Army Is Catching Up!" Yesterday: Devil's Tower (cue Close Encounteres Of The Third Kind music) and then through Billings to Harloweton for the night, at a pretty skeezy motel. Today, I write from Browning, Montana, about to head into Glacier National Park, and then into British Columbia for the night. Stay tuned.