Halfway through Montana

the past few days have been a doozy. We left Thompson Falls and headed east through the great state of Montana. We saw tons of deer, moose, bighorn sheep and a few lucky teammates saw baby bears. Leaving Missoula it was 40 degrees and raining, and my knee was on the verge of exploding, so I had to hop in the van the last 60 miles of the day in order to save myself from knee explosion. We made it over Flesher Pass on the Continental Divide at over 6,000 feet, and then had the best descent of my life. We stayed in a log cabin in the middle of nowhere, ate s’mores, biked even more, and then I got to share my life story and play a song for the team. That night may have been the single most significant moment in my life. Things are happening, we are moving ever closer to that which we are working for, both on the road and in our souls. Today I played handbells with The Dingalings and climbed almost 4,000 feet in the Montana heat and I haven’t been so happy in a forever. i have made incredible friends that will be with me to the grave, and I wish I could let them know how much they already mean to me. Montana is a place of wonder and bewilderment, and I wouldn’t want to experience it in any other way.