Havre to Malta

Our campsite was robbed in the night. I suspect it was a bird that flew off with BJ's bandana. While a nest somewhere in the vicinity of Malta is now warmly lined with cotton, BJ was left with nowhere to blow his nose.

BJ stopped at a Western store to replace the purloined kerchief while I rode to the Post Office to claim my tires.

"I have a package for you," the postal clerk said when I walked in. Her co-worker had alerted her that a guy in bike clothes was looking for a General Delivery package.

We rode out of Havre and left the Bear Paw mountains behind us.

We stopped for lunch at Harlem. There we met up with three cyclists on their way to Boston.

One of them rides with a little stuffed moose named Logan.

The three are younger and faster than we are. They are also carrying less gear. They will easily outdistance us in the coming days, but slow and steady wins.

We covered 94 miles today under sunny skies with a nice tailwind. Trip total 983 miles.

We are spending the night in the Malta City Park. Free camping with no showers.

We made the paper today:  Sauk Valley Media article

Riding between Havre and Malta, photo by Joey