Did Larry know what I was up to?

Three flat tires and all three in the rain.

Lots of lakes, ponds and mashes, did I mention mosquitos?

I noticed a brown spot of dirt on my inner thigh. When I brushed at it, it moved. What?! I tried to brush it off and it moved again! A Tick!!

He grew smaller and smaller, fading into a tiny red and yellow dot surrounded by greenery until he was no more.

I’ve heard “I love you” more this week, especially the past two days, than the last eleven months. Kind of suspicious, if you ask me.

He’ll re-start his ‘epic,’ as in one man, solo, all by himself, camping on the hard ground, bike ride in Minneapolis, MN.

Why isn’t Larry out pedaling on his epic bike ride?

Larry’s Intention for the New Year are to finish his bike ride starting where he left off.

My partner is home for the season. Larry stopped his bike ride at approximately halfway between the west coast and the east coast…

Larry has cycled twelve days covering east Montana, North Dakota, and Minnesota.

At dusk he was approximately 17 miles from his destination. “He’s going to get in after dark,” my daughter stated. Worry again filled my mind, ‘There’s nothing you can do,’ I told myself.

“I think my bike weighs 100 pounds,” he said, “that’s the bike plus the packs.” This was a confession…

I left him pedaling eastbound in big sky country and headed back to Billings KOA.

Stay tuned for Larry’s big decision…

Sitting on our front porch, eating our orange and cream Goodpops, I asked Larry, “When’s the last possible day you will leave for the remainder of your bike ride?”

Our nagging question continues to be, where will I drop off Larry to continue his ride?

Then the road hugged the mountain with the sheer drop off on my side, my favorite, not.

“Montana sure is beautiful,” I said sitting on a rock with my feet in the ice cold river, “Think you could live here?” I asked.

“I think I’ll call it quits,” Larry announced as he drove to Ken and Natalie’s house.

“No, don’t say that, at least not yet.” I replied.