Written by Beth We started the day with a delicious breakfast at the Kozy Korner Kafe. This little place was reported on by the Gourmet magazine, and the prices were still low.

We continued riding with Gene and Judith up and down all day, 77 miles of hot sun, half-mile hills one after another, and cattle crossing signs.

We, (all five) are now camped in the Jordan, Mont., city park after pizza and food shopping to prepare for the 100 miles to Fort Peck.

Written by Beth The day began extra early this morning in hopes of getting some miles in before the forcasted wind picked up. We continued to ride with Gene and Judith hoping to make it to Fort Peck, which would make for a 90-plus mile day.

We left Jordan prepared to camp on the fly if we encountered a strong headwind as we turned north, and that's we did. We made it to the rest area before the turn to the north at 36 miles. Here at state Route 200 and state Route 24, now called Timbuckfive we ate, rested, ate, napped and read to wait out the wind. As evening approached we decided to camp here under the "No Camping" sign and begin again early in the morning. While we occupied the shade in Nowhere Montana, we met a few folks. We received charity cold sodas, a few words of encouragement, and some good conversation from two young gentlemen, Carl and Allen who passed through with their harmonicas. Fred gave a few minutes of instruction while the group set camp between a horse fence and a wheat field.  Don't ask where we are 'cause it isn't on the map.

Written by Fred We got off to an early start at 6:20 a.m. because winds are predicted to be from the east by afternoon. We hope to be done before they get bad. We start up state Route 24, which we stared at all afternoon the day before. There's no wind to start: by 8:30 a.m. we had done 21 miles, and by noon 40-plus, by 1 p.m. we were finally in Fort Peck eating lunch.

Camp is at Nashua, Mont. at the city park. The town welcomed us with vigor. The town clerk opened the town center for us to use the bathrooms and to roller skate in the gym.  The Lions Club Senior center opened their kitchen for us to use. Bergiers Ice Cream parlor served up the best ice cream, shakes and floats. Total mileage for the day was 75 miles.  Temperature peaked at 93 degrees and the wind did pick up in the afternoon. Unfortunately, it is predicted to be continuous 10-15 mph for the next two days. Yuck!

Beth's birthday today. I bought her lunch, Leona bought her ice cream, and Gene went roller skating with her. Not bad!

To bed early, another early start tomorrow to avoid the wind. The ride today was again one mile up, one mile down for 75 miles. Land is rolling with buttes and arroyos with occasional antelopes to catch our attention. Fort Peck lake is immense. But the attention getter is the earthendam — the largest in the U.S. The roadway over the dam is six miles long!

Written by Fred Left Nashua at 6:05 a.m. Winds are low at first and coming right at us from the east! Plans were ... to decide at Wolf Point, Mont. whether to continue on to Poplar, Mont.

Wolf Point is 44 miles out and Poplar is 63 miles. We got to Wolf Point by 10:30 a.m. By then the wind had gotten pretty stiff. After eating lunch and taking a rest at the city park, everyone decided to quit for the day. Good Choice.

Temperature went to 100 degrees and wind from the east had increased. Camping at the park cost $4 each and included a swim and a shower.

Average speed today was 10.3 mph for 46 miles. Today for the first time the terrain really is flat. Shame the wind is against us. Nothing much to see except endless wheat fields. With the head wind the recumbent does much better than the standard bike. For the first time, I led all day. Tomorrow, again hot, but hopefully a west wind.

Written by Leona It's Hot!!!  Almost 100 degrees today, but we had a great tail wind! We rode 97 miles and averaged 13 mph.

At lunch we decided to part ways with Gene and Judith. We will most likely see them in Williston tomorrow night.

At about 4:30 p.m. we crossed the border into North Dakota and experienced the "state line" dance with great glee. After riding about 800 miles across Montana we were glad to cross into North Dakota.

We are camping at Fort Buford, a.k.a Fort Mosquito. I never knew so many mosquitos could exist in one location.

Written by Leona Rest day. Well, sort of.

We woke up and were all infested with mosquitos. Packed up our trailer and bikes before the sun rose and we left quickly as possible. We were more than excited to leave Mosquito Town, U.S.A.

Rode nine miles to breakfast in Trenton, N.D. We walked in and it wasn't a restaurant, but the owner made us bacon and eggs anyway. Jim Bergh the owner was one-quarter Native American and was more than welcoming. We had a long chat about what it is like to be an Indian and the treatment they receive from the government and others alike. He is from the Chippewa tribe.

We rode another 14 miles into Williston for our day off. E-mail, laundry and post office were the order of the day.

We all shipped home some of the cold weather gear and sleeping bags. I sent home my raincoat and stove additionally. Hopefully neither are needed.

Ran into Gene in town and were surprised to see him.

We decided to stay in a hotel on account of the rain, excessive mosquitos and the coating  of four days worth of sweat and bug spray without the prospect of a shower for four more additional days.