Lewistown, Montana - Beach, North Dakota
280.68 Miles – 451.17 Kilometres
Total distance ridden 1711.20 Miles – 2753.90 Kilometres
After another good sleep, I awoke to the sound of my phone buzzing. I popped my head out of the tent, looked east into beautiful clear skies, relaxed and decided this was likely to be a hot but beautiful day. As an afterthought, I looked west over my shoulder and was greeted by deer, backdropped by what could only be described as a nuclear holocaust. The sky was glowing blue with purple orange clouds falling out of it. Fork lightning was sparking its way towards us.
With some urgency, I shoved Sharon from her slumber commanding her to get up now and not do anything else but get her sleeping gear and the tent packed and on the bikes. Trying to stay calm, but panicking slightly, we decamped considerably faster than we ever had. We rushed everything into the single table shelter just as the heavens unleashed their watershed. We sat there quietly still in our pyjamas and in prayer and watched the eye of the storm split in two and proceed to travel around both sides of us. There was lightning bouncing off the ground about 600 metres both to the north and south of us, but none coming close to us.
We were somewhat miraculously protected from the worst of the storm, we got a little wet, but that was about it. Whilst sitting there waiting for the rain to clear, the volunteer fire brigade alarm went off. We watched the firefighters all rush to the station. The engine pulled out of its base with sirens blaring, only for the crew to stop a hundred metres up the road and run into the cafe to buy coffee before zooming off again.
280.68 Miles – 451.17 Kilometres
Total distance ridden 1711.20 Miles – 2753.90 Kilometres
After another good sleep, I awoke to the sound of my phone buzzing. I popped my head out of the tent, looked east into beautiful clear skies, relaxed and decided this was likely to be a hot but beautiful day. As an afterthought, I looked west over my shoulder and was greeted by deer, backdropped by what could only be described as a nuclear holocaust. The sky was glowing blue with purple orange clouds falling out of it. Fork lightning was sparking its way towards us.
With some urgency, I shoved Sharon from her slumber commanding her to get up now and not do anything else but get her sleeping gear and the tent packed and on the bikes. Trying to stay calm, but panicking slightly, we decamped considerably faster than we ever had. We rushed everything into the single table shelter just as the heavens unleashed their watershed. We sat there quietly still in our pyjamas and in prayer and watched the eye of the storm split in two and proceed to travel around both sides of us. There was lightning bouncing off the ground about 600 metres both to the north and south of us, but none coming close to us.
We were somewhat miraculously protected from the worst of the storm, we got a little wet, but that was about it. Whilst sitting there waiting for the rain to clear, the volunteer fire brigade alarm went off. We watched the firefighters all rush to the station. The engine pulled out of its base with sirens blaring, only for the crew to stop a hundred metres up the road and run into the cafe to buy coffee before zooming off again.
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Cheers Kel
You can read the full chapters by signing up to become a patron or by very very special request.
Become a Patron by following this link.
Sometime in the near future the complete adventure will be released as an eBook. Patrons will get a free copy of this.
Cheers Kel
