DAY 22

Off to WhiteFish early in the morning. Today didnt have nearly as many rollers as the day before, but made up for it in a really really bad shoulder. With just the white line, cracked and surrounded by potholes the road was the wrost we have encountered yet. Having to ride into the ditch to get a drink off water, and sometimes having ride into the middle of road to avoid what would be a nasty crash we slowly rolled into whitefish. All gathering at a small coffee shop, Evan and Hank rolled across the street to the bike shop to get our bottom brackets and headsets tightend. The shop was packed. Ten bikes all from bicycle tourist filled thier stands. Turns out they all came in today. Luckly sneaking our quick fixes into the scheduel, we had to only wait about 2 hours. Unloading our gear and walking into the downtown we found Whitefish to be a really cool little town. Like most of the towns we have been visiting the downtown was just a street. Finding a great little deli called "Sally's" we sat down set up our mess of cords and electronics and began sucking up thier power. wondering through town, we ventured through bookstores, gift shops and more cafes. The sun began to set as we finsihed a couple days on the blog. Picking up our bikes right as they began to close the headed towards White fish Lake to camp for the night. Following our Iphone, we soon ended pushing our bikes up a grass hill and on to some railroad tracks. Seeing our destenation we pushed on. Hearing a faint rumble and vibration below us, and then the final "ding ding ding" warning of a on coming train we rushed off the tracks. The train speen past us, something none of has expierenced. Pushing on through the loose gravel we made it to the road. We now can add something us to our list of stuff most of the population has never done; push a fully loaded touring bike along railroad tracks. Riding into the camp we found that it was. Asking if there is anything we can do, the park host made a deal with us. Two of us could stay in the hiker biker, and the others were to stay in a campground occupied only by a trailer. Worked for us, and we only had the pay for two people. We are finding a lot of kindness and good fourtone of being on a bike. Down at camp we meet a couple other bikers. One, a Lady from Holland, was touring the states from her first time. Stating she was pedeled the distance to the moon and around every contient beside the u.s.a. Being 60 years old, it was quite a feat. A dip in the lake, which was a lot warmer than the river, we washed off and headed to bed after some good old fried rice. A recipe from Lucky srike, not really fried, more of a stirred rice.