Day before yesterday these crickets were everywhere. It was like the butterfly explosion except these guys were still alive and kicking and just getting in my way. One crickets got stuck in my wheel, spun there for over a mile, and when I stopped because the noise had changed from it it just flopped out and crawled away. They will not be defeated.
We got stopped by a train when leaving Lodge Grass, our lunch spot. It was kind of neat to see the train cars go bye.
Some pictures from today’s ride starting at the battle site, going through the Crow Agency, and along the Little Bighorn.
We said goodbye to Ned last night. The boys and I drove him down to Big Timber to a bus that never came. A state trooper helped him get a cab and he made the first flight out. Epic exit after a championship week of riding.
