Richey to Jordan
Found out today that I'm not the only one in the group with imaginary friends that I make up stories about. Armin & Julie both pass the hours away on the road making up stories about going on dates, answering questions at interviews, or actually being at jobs that none of us actually have. You'll be glad to know that I was promoted twice in a span of one year to become deputy director of an organiztion. Armin has gone out of numerous Match.com dates. Julie has a bicycle mechanic love interest in Portland. The funny thing is we all came to this crazed imaginary state on our own. The road has led us all to the same point.
In the real world we had a tough up and down day. Passed through one town during the whole ride. The rest was just us, the cows, and the road. You feel really isolated out here. Back in the Eastern states we'd pass through all kinds of towns, be tempted constantly to buy the 83 cent McDonalds 32 ounce soda's. See tons of billboards. Out here, nothing. But it is pretty. The wild west where girls actually think tractors are sexy and one's wealth is counted by the head of cattle. We find ourselves in Jordan's park, another night of free camping. We have switched from the church option to parks...seems easier in small towns out here in the West. Montana is a big state, but were putting in some solid miles. Over 7 hours of biking today and that doesn't include breaks. I never thought we would be going at such a fast pace, but it feels natural. Getting some old man soreness in my knees and back, but nothing that lasts after I get off the bike. 
Tomorrow will be a 75 to 100 mile day filled with imaginary thoughts about lives we might be leading once this is all done.
