Week 3

 Day 15, July 5

67 miles, Gettysburg, SD
The day started off cool and clear and beautiful. We followed the Missouri River north past the Corps of Engineers dam and along Lake Oahe. The Missouri is the major water source that divides the state of South Dakota in half and it is a major influence on the state’s weather and landscape. Just west of the River, the landscape becomes arid and pine forested. On the east side where we are traveling, we see green fields of wheat and corn albeit in a contour that mimics the west side though covered in green. Once again I am thoroughly impressed with the incredible distances that we can see. Farms seem to be 20 miles set back from the road and we have not been in the shade of a tree all day. This is a space I would not want to be caught in a storm. I am constantly watching the weather and the sky. Weather is part of all decision making processes here. I monitor the radar too. Evenings can be cool and this is what makes for our early rise and traveling. It seems as though the winds can kick up later after the heat of the day sets in. We are always on the look out for afternoon and early evening thunderstorms. I am not afraid of getting wet but I am watchful for lightening and high winds. I don’t want to be caught on the prairie in 60 mph winds and hail.

On the remote route today, we happen to come across a man from Scotland traveling in the opposite direction. There was something that seemed time honored about our talk in the middle of nowhere and we both shared stories for 5 or 10 minutes, and then parted ways. As the day more on, the winds shifted and we made our way to Gettysburg and was greeted with a sign saying this was not where the battle occurred.

Day 16, July 6
60 miles, Mobridge, SD
A very cool start again. We are blessed with cool overcast mornings. The only difficulty is the 20 mph headwind. We are making 8-9mph but making progress. This morning we are traveling through the glacial lake district of South Dakota. There are wetlands and marshes everywhere. We see waterbirds and pelican. This area defies my expectation because of all the water. West of the Missouri it is like a desert, here it is moist and green. The landscape is completely flat and then gentle rolling and gaining in elevation. We must be about 1500 to 2000 feet above sea level. A red tail hawk follows us and then sits on a fence post and flies to the next one waiting for us to get there and then flies to the next one and keeps repeating this. The hills keep rolling and gain in elevation more the closer we get to the Missouri. We go through a small town with a population of 53. This feels more and more western as we travel and the rural towns are very isolated. Hunting and fishing is the main occupation and there is plenty of space to do that. We watched some ranchers herd their cattle into a lower pasture using ATV vehicles. Later, I met one of them down the road and we talked briefly. One of his cows had a hoove problem. He had to go to the vet he told me. We rode off in another direction after our brief chat. It seems as though everywhere its a small town atmosphere and people will stop and talk and be quite neighborly. We run into another person who checked up on us to see if we had enough water.People are generally very nice and we seem to share a strange frontier mentality being out on the road on bicycles. This landscape has a way of growing on me, though I am not quite used to being so vigilant with the weather observations. These open areas require a commitment to pay attention to forecasts as winds can whip up to dangerous speeds and no tree breaks to slow things down. Tonight we make camp not far from the Missouri River.

Day 17, July 7
68 miles Beaver Creek, ND
It was quite chilly this morning. We got up to eat breakfast and had to bundle up. Leaving about an hour later than usual, we had tail winds and good weather all day. The elevation went up and down all day. We followed the Missouri River most of the day and saw incredible views and long steep down hill runs. It is difficult to photograph or capture the perspective,- the views look cartoon like as the road ribbons around the landscape and then drops off suddenly. Sometimes it is straight as an arrow and blurs out in the distance that makes it look like it is a painted back drop. The countryside is open and exposed and is no place to spend the night. We meet another cyclist today from Seattle going the opposite direction. Shortly after, there is a cattle traffic jam on the road and we have to wait for the ranchers to move several hundred cows off the road. About 10miles further we run into another group of cowboys herding the cattle from the high pasture and the noise is almost deafening. As we leave this section of ranch country, we follow the Missouri north into North Dakota. After we cross this border, the next corral contains about 100 buffalo and they quickly jump up and move quickly to the back of the pen when they hear us. All of the cattle and ranch sounds quickly give way to silence as we slowly make our way to tonight’s destination. Beaver Creek is border on either side by a large expanse of water from Lake Oahe. Not far from water’s edge is where we set up our tents.

Day 18, July 8
51miles Bismarck, ND
After we break camp and move north, we follow the Missouri River once again. The cool overcast morning makes for perfect travel. The buttes that we encounter look like a green version of a Lunar landscape. The southwest corner of North Dakota looks like what I would imagine the Central Asian Step to look like. The other worldly hills look like they have been dropped onto the Earth. Sometimes, what appears to be a sand formation from the Badlands,- unexpectedly rises from a green pasture. The rolling hills take on an appearance of an underwater Ocean floor. Cattle dot the rolling fields and the expanse is starting to fill up with pine trees as we move further north. This area defies my expectations as we get closer to Bismarck. Farmland and small forests punctuate the countryside,- I could mistake this for Wisconsin or upper peninsula Michigan. Tomorrow, we will stop at ft. Abraham Lincoln. The first post commander was Lt. Colonel George A. Custer.

Day 19, July 9
41miles New Salem, ND
We leave Bismarck later in order to stop at Ft. Abraham Lincoln. The fort was established to secure the northern plains and subdue the Sioux and other bands not on reservations after the 1868 treaty of Ft. Laramie. Indian land was being encroached on after gold was discovered in the Black Hills and as a result wagon trains were being attacked. This threat to US expansion was seen as hostile though the land secured for the Lakotas was constantly being overrun illegally by settlers and miners. In 1876, three columns of US cavalry was dispatched to round up Natives deemed hostile, General George Crook from Ft. Fetterman in Wyoming Territory, General John Gibbon from Ft. Ellis in Montana Territory, and the ill fated, Colonel George Custer from Ft. Lincoln in Dakota Territory.

This is a the command house at Ft. Abraham Lincoln for Lt. Colonel George Custer. We set a survey marker not far from here. We rode west of Ft. Lincoln today along a route that parallels Custer’s march to the Bighorn Mountains to subdue the Sioux. (He was one part of a three pronged assault that also included Generals Gibbon and Crook.) When we cross into Montana at Glendive we will also be following Custer’s path down the Yellowstone, the Powder, and the Little Bighorn Rivers. This is where Crazy Horse repelled Crook prior to sealing Custer’s fate at the last stand Battlefield adjacent to the Crow Reservation. Crazy Horse, Gall, and Sitting Bull defeated the U.S. Army three consecutive times before being subdued.

Day 20, July 10
75miles, Dickinson, ND
Moving west towards the Yellowstone River, we enjoyed a tail wind all day which made for a quick and pleasant ride. This direction we ride follows the path of Custer’s campaign west in the 19th century to subdue hostile non reservation Sioux, Arapaho, and Cheyenne and is also the route (in reverse) where Lewis and Clark returned from their journey to the west coast. When the Corps of Discovery came through the area in 1804, the Sioux did not great therm with as much enthusiasm as some of the other tribes. And rightly so, because their hospitality would be met with constant warfare and encroachment within just a few years of the first contact. In only a handful of years, settlers began pouring into the region and moving onto Indian treaty lands. What Lewis and Clark didn’t realize was that the Sioux had been all the way in Albany, New York in the previous century talking to the British. Knowing that France and England were the world powers at the time, the Lakotas were perfectly capable of handling negotiations and trade on the upper high plains and didn’t need a middleman to broker their affaires. Being suspicious of the new comers intentions, the Lakota Sioux correctly foresaw the aggressive movement onto their territory. From an American pioneer perspective, the upper Missouri was a vast and empty plain, to the Native American, it was landscape that was starting to get too crowded with ill intentioned newcomers.

Day 21, July 11
63miles, Beach, ND
We have been seeing signs all day that this is Custer’s trail. Moving west into a 20mph headwind made for a challenging day. The landscape however was beautiful and extreme. In the morning, we see signs of the Badlands type landscape formations in the distance. The little knolls and buttes rise up in what looks like a lunar topology although everything is covered in green. Occasionally, the sides of one of these rises erodes away and reveals a dry sandy soil that is typical of the Badlands formations. The temperature rose to 91 today and the sky was clear and seemed more typical of the dry west than the moist storm riddled Dakotas of the east. I don’t know which makes travel more difficult because each has its challenges. Later in the day we cross into Theodore Roosevelt National Park and the Badlands seem to pop out full blown. We see a herd of buffalo on ledges to the south of us as we go through the park. The bison are free to roam the area and we cross huge cattle grates to enter into the preserve. This landscape today demands a different respect as the arid climate takes it’s toll on our endurance. Rain fall drops off dramatically in these areas compared to the midwest. Tonight, we stay only two miles from the Montana border. As we have traveled west the borders between states seem so arbitrary and it puts us in a strange relationship to a nineteenth century perspective. It is easy to see how this land was seen as empty when the first Europeans arrived. There is a quality of that that still overwhelms me with the vast views and sparsely populated regions. I think Chicago has more people than the whole state of South Dakota.

Day 22, July 12
36 miles, Glendive, MT
Today, we cross into Montana and are greeting with puffy white clouds and a blue sky. Wind is a constant variable and we are faced with gusts up to 20 mph. Though it can be challenging, it starts to become a new medium to adjust to. The landscape feels high in elevation though rolling in long rises in it’s terrain and we see remnants of the Badlands formations throughout the day. Time and distance are directly related and influenced by wind. It might seem like only 10 miles but a hurricane wind can turn that usual short distance into a 3 hour event. As we meet other cyclists, they mention waking up at 4 and leaving by 5am or earlier to move. The frontier was and continues to be influenced by weather and it dictates how to conduct our daily travel. Normally, I would feel inconvenienced by weather, but rarely would I alter my daily activities unless it was an extreme event. Now, I am always aware of what the sky is doing and how the fronts are changing. Being exposed to the elements puts my body in direct relationship to my surroundings. A hill or butte is something I don’t just look at but I feel it in how much energy it would extract from me or how much water it would take for me to ride up its slope. As we travel through this arid region, I find myself more and more monitoring my water consumption and water bottles. Our day is shorter and tomorrow is a rest day as we begin our 4th week.


Comments 10

  1. Michael Miller

    Were you all able to speak to any folk of the Sioux nations? (Or from the reservations of S.D.)?

    Did you at least stop for lunch/water in “Pollock” S.D.?

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      Don & Julia

      Michael, I spoke with Kevin Locke, a Lakota from the Hunkpapa band of the Sioux Nation at Standing Rock, SD. He is working on the Lakota language project to ensure the preservation of Lakota as a spoken language. This is so critical to ensure the continuation of their culture and its values. Restorative justice is a concept that we are interested in and it is inspired from native practices. (A criminal offense was seen as a violation of person,- not a state offense. This idea inspired the concept of talking circles to bring perpetrator and victim together to work out a reasonable and responsible solution to conflict where both parties see the implication of their actions.)
      In modern locations of violent trauma such as Rwanda, versions of these practices have been effective in promoting healing and this inspires hope!

  2. Linda Yau

    Wow, what amazing photos! When you mentioned the herds of bison, I wonder if smelling them is similar to smelling the horses that are around Central Park NYC? So is 91 degrees out in the plains the same with humidity? More safe travels and smooth tidings!

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      Don & Julia

      Linda! There are more cows in this country than you could ever believe and they look up and stare at you as you bike by. Every place smells different. It all feels VERY far from NYC :)

  3. Michael Miller

    In your July 11 posting above you state, “There is a quality of that that still overwhelms me with the vast views and sparsely populated regions.” I’ll be watching for further commentary on this concept as you move along. I had these same feelings when recently visiting New Mexico. I am compelled to question people’s concepts of space and the sharing of it, both historically and currently, (as our U.S. population seems again to be clashing on this concept lately…) MJM

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      Don & Julia

      Michael, It is so interesting how time and distance seem to change and stay the same. Our country seems so big and wide and spread apart. People are always amazed when I tell them I live in NY or that we traveled from Chicago. The United States is a huge place and I think as we divide our spaces into places and divide our time into activities we often get so focused on the immediate that we forget how to look up and out and wonder.

  4. Jesus Sanabria

    Hello Don and Julia;
    I am in awe of the landscape and the vastness that still flows though our part of the continent. I have been reading about the building of the railroads. Have you witnessed any presence of old railroad work, tracks or continuous presence. How is modernity in terms of technology present in these areas?

    Wonderful, wish I was there!

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      Don & Julia

      Hi Jesus,

      We often ride along railroads in so many states of use and disuse. I love riding by railroads because the railroads had to flatten the grade of the landscape, so bike paths next to rail lines are usually very flat! Sometimes some small towns have paved over rail lines and made them into bike paths.
      Also, we entered many small towns, such as Ferdinand, Montana where the railroad is defunct and all that remains are the worn ties and old trestles. In some areas, other modes of transporting goods just became more cost effective and the old routes just fell by the wayside. However, in central South Dakota, we would encounter train lines transporting grain and coal. We assumed that the coal extraction was coming from Williston, North Dakota because of the fracking of the coal region. In that area of North Dakota traffic is intense and its next to impossible to find a campsite,- so in that area shipping by rail eases up the traffic jams that plague the region.

  5. Jesus Sanabria

    Hi again Don and Julia,

    One more- Would this land have been considered free range land for cattle? As Michael mentioned New Mexico, it would be interesting to compare both passages to the west; northern and southern as they somehow appear similar in terms of landscape and openness.

    I can help of thinking of Coronado or Cabeza de Vaca, the Spanish explorers as I see some pictures.


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      Don & Julia

      Where we were, it was difficult to tell if an area was government owned or private land. Everything we saw had a barb wire fence running through the landscape. When we looked into the history of say, the Lochsa River by Lolo Hot Springs, Montana, we discovered a checkerboard pattern of US owned and logging company owned land. This partitioning up of the land along with Homesteading and railroad ‘right of ways’ were basically how Indian land was divided up. Free range grazing is a contentious issue in the west as it is an arid land and more ground is needed for cattle grazing than in the eastern US. The ranchers out west feel that letting the cows roam on remote land uses resources that would otherwise go to waste and besides, who and how would one patrol this. It would seem like a waste of time and money to set up an agency to monitor what grass a cow ate. In the east, where it is more crowded, people think that any use of any land should be highly monitored and watched. Each conflicting side makes good points. The difficult thing to understand from an eastern point of view is the vastness of the landscape in the American west. I can see even today where the sense of North America as an empty place in need of development comes from as we travel for days through what seems like an endless a country grasslands and desert buttes.

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