Wolf Creek, Montana  [from 06/04]

Sometimes words are not adequate to describe a great day; but we will try.  We left Great Falls early and headed southwest on the old highway that paralleled the interstate highway.  Our road was virtually devoid of traffic as we headed towards the Bear Paw Mountains.  While beautiful, these mountains were dwarfed by those behind them that were snow capped; presumably the Rockies.  As we cycled along we again saw lots of pronghorn antelopes and many interesting birds that we could not identify.  When we reached the town of Cascade, we stopped at the newly remodeled Cascade Coffee and Café.  Since we were the only customers, the owner and short order chief gave us their full attention.  The owner recently moved from Minnesota with her husband and purchased the café.  While very friendly, she could not compete with her cook.  Before long, he told us about his recent trip east where he spent a month in Plattsburg, NY, the home of Joes daughter and her family.  Once again we were struck by how small the world has become.  The place was a real gem and the food was great.

After leaving Cascade, our trip got more interesting as we began cycling along the Missouri River.  Our road continued to be devoid of traffic and became a wonderland of interesting sights.  While the nearby interstate highway climbed over the mountains, we continued alongside the river.  Our ride took us through the river canyon for 10 to 15 miles before it opened up to a wide valley. (Check out the attached pictures.)   The canyon snaked through sheer cliffs and the Missouri River was always by our side.  There were many fly fishermen in boats along our path and most took the time to wave as we passed. 

The weather surprised us today with intermittent sunshine but cool temperatures.  We ended at Wolf Creek without any confirmed lodging.  The first place we passed was out of business so we stopped at a bar and got directions for a fishing outfitter “down the road” that also had cabins and a small motel.  After seeing all the fishermen on the river, we were afraid that we may have had to rough it.  On a prior journey down the Mississippi, the lodging at one destination was booked up by fishermen requiring us to cycle 10 miles further, something that we did not want to do today. However, today we lucked out and were able to secure a small room with 2 beds.  The town of Wolf Creek is not much more than several outfitters, a post office, 2 bars, and a Baptist Church.

Somephotos along today’s ride

Today’s route

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