Minot, North Dakota

...Montana is extra wide, realizing this from a bike is even easier then on a car (though I've heard that it seems wide even from the speedy perspective. Have been grinding away on my bicycle and think I'm about halfway through the States. Going to take a little break in Michagin and will then continue on, to see and seek out rocks unturned.
Pictures and another excerpt from chapter two:

"After and in the duration of eating, Tonten and Estes decide to ride further, while Jay and Hayden plan to camp in the area and hike around the park, while forward motion has become an addiction of the newly formed duo. The couple of days spent with Jay and Hayden full of paper, rock, scissors, undiscernable card games, beers, pork and beans, eggs, huckleberry coffee, snacks of meat sticks, steep climbs, eternal plummits, and the like has done him well. Estes and Tonten bid farewell to the couple and just like that they're off. Another hill to climb accompanied by windy roads thereafter- an up and down day. Tonten an offwhite bullet; Estes struggles to keep up, sometimes ahead and sometimes lagging far behind. An exciting new challange compared to the past couple of days meandering with two spinners. Tonten is a masher, while Estes falls somewhere between the two. They pull off about halfay to the town of browning sharing trailmix and a joint.

Tonten went to school at UC Santa Cruz, where he grew up and still resides: living out in the woods in a tarpshelter full with a double burner stove and a futon- a white wine wimper wispering softly to bed. He happens his way into free food- in whatever way that may happen- dumpsters, fanny packs, cross eyed jokers. They immediately take together a quest or at least the shared company of the open road eastward, twoards the same New York State.

Blasting through the foothills and into the next town, where streets are blocked by cop cars after they exit from a sheapish burger filled with free fries- snatched from the table perpendicular. A quick grab before the waitress has the chance to do her job of relinquishing unused foodscraps to the garbage. They step out into the oddity of mainstreet, doubling as highway two: the duo's route for another 800 miles or so. The town is busting with life-

"Watch out for the horses!" people continously hollar, as if a trample is inevitable.

"Get outta tha road!"

Estes and Tonten look at eachother, confused and conflicted, but pull off near the end of town, taking shelter from the howling winds behind a dirty building who scatters paint chips with the slightest nudge. They set out to find a grocery despensary, but now they stand in gaffaw as 200 wild horses barge through town- the start of the rodeo commencing the following day, as memorial for one killed in a drunk driving accident. Laughing, strangely amused, they saddle up as new age cowboys and follow those groping to the past's version of similar tradition. They arrive at the grocery store and stock up on neccessities. Estes finishes his shopping first, posting up alongside his radiant cycle and plays songs- urging to be heard over the hussle and bussle of Rodeo season. Though almost inaudible he makes a cool ten which evidently covers for the food just purchased. Off and out of town, a firstly shortsided mission, forgetting water and trickling back to the edge of town to brim up their various recepticals.

Finally off after a long day of passes and windy roads, strange controlled stampedes on a highway, oodles of tricks about life on the road. Tonten and Estes pull off with a sigh of relief- duck through barbed wire after throwing their bags and bikes over, reattaching mountains of gear and treck over a gully to a wide open field invisable to passerby. At the edge of this field is a little white cottage, followed by a shanty; looking completely constructed from clothes lines. They share Tonten's tent since there are no trees: Estes stares at the sky and eventually works up the energy for a nights rest."