On Sunday, we biked along a river for 40 miles, then climbed about 1100 feet to a plateau. The ride was beautiful; went through the Kalispell Indian Reservation where we encountered a buffalo herd, and saw many bald eagles. The climb was a prelude to Monday, when the ride was 82 miles over the Sherman Pass, a climb of over 4000 feet. This was a real challenge, complicated by road construction and huge logging trucks. However, it was quite beautiful, and getting to the pass felt like a significant accomplishment. We now get into the Cascades, with a pass every day for the next 4 days, before a couple of flat days into Seattle. The days are waning; it still seems amazing that this journey is almost over.