Well today was Canada Day, and what better way to celebrate than escaping this country to a land where freedom and independence is plentiful. After waiting in the customs line for an hour and actually meeting a fellow New Brunswicker, we had made it to the home of the brave.
Up until this point, the rides were pretty confined to valleys and passes through towering mountains. As soon as we rode into the states, it opened right up to rolling hills and big skies. It had always been a big goal of Cam's to ride through Montana after reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (given to him by Geoff's mom, Heather) and Montana didn't disappoint. The views were absolutely amazing riding into the countryside. We stopped in the town of Eureka for a bite to eat. Lots of character to the town, and lots of flavour in their local IPA (H.A. Breweries). We continued to pedal through some knee soreness to make it to a nice, remote campground. It was slightly disconcerting that the only other people on site were a man and woman who looked exactly like the Yellow King and his lady from True Detective. They even sounded like they were from the Bayou. We were expecting to wake up with some nice little Devil's Nests outside our tents.
Luckily that didn't happen. As we were leaving, a man rolled in with his dog. Turns out he was actually the owner of H.A. Breweries. Small place.
Happy Canada Day!
G rolling through the hills
Doing some route planning over some craft beer.
Are we in Mexico yet?
Why did I bring vans?