My 65th birthday (!), and I was looking forward to getting to a town with a population greater than 500. The first leg of the ride was on a road with essentially no traffic and more rolling hills. We even went by what looked like an old movie set that Dave said was a shooting range. The ride was great until we got on the frontage road that took us into Great Falls. It was ugly, there was a lot of traffic, we had a headwind, and it was 11 miles! (And it was my birthday, so I can conplain!) The traffic in Great Falls was heavy, and we decided we liked the tiny towns instead. But there was a bike trail that took us around the city, along the Missouri River, where we saw the falls right below the dam.
We decided we needed a day off, so we got a campsite at the KOA for two nights, raided the store for dinner stuff (olives, cheese, canned pears, etc.), and had a feast of sorts.
The next day, we slept in, then rode back to the Lewis and Clark Interpretive Center, which was about their portage around the falls. It's amazing what they endured.
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