(Clem, 53 miles) Just missed seeing a mother bear and two cubs, according to two excited cyclists who passed us, but we did see a white bison calf, which I hope will be spared from the hamburger factory. Lazy late-summer day, interrupted only by this over-excited patriot (this is, after all, the Bitterroot valley).
Leaving the question: just what is an “aesthetic ride”?
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