Yesterday we biked from Glendive to Wolf Point, Montana on the Fort Peck Indian reservation. It was 105 miles; my longest ride yet. The winds made it fairly easy however. Today was a mere 56 miles, but we had strong headwinds and we were on a main truck route with a tiny shoulder making for fairly hair-raising bike riding.
Last night was the finale for the wolf point wild horse stampede, one of the oldest rodeos in the country. Lots of cowboys jumping on steers and tying them up. There was a fair amount of bucking horses and Cowboys trying to stay on top. I learned that the way horses are made to buck is by tying their hind legs together so they can’t walk or gallup but only jump; pretty barbaric. It was an interesting experience but probably not one that I will repeat.