Sludge Biking!!!

These thingies funneled logs into the sawmill

54 miles. Woke up on the tired side (kept waking up thinking it was morning and/or feeling like there were bugs - which sometimes there were). Rode across the river into Idaho, turned left to return to Washington, and covered some rough road beside the highly reflective (and pretty) Pend Oreille River (pronounced ponderay). Though we were across the river from most of the towns, we did cross over once for some juice. We traveled part of the day on the Kalispell Reservation, which is the first reservation I've ever seen that didn't have a ton of casinos. Refreshing, really. And then there was construction. 7 miles of it. Dirt roads that had been turned mud in the name of dust control (I think I'm ok with that). There were sections that hadn't been packed and that means sludge biking. Gravelly mud has a tendency of sucking in skinny tires, making it darn near impossible to move the bike or to maintain stability. Luckily, we got done with that while it was still mostly cool. Hit some more rough (basically cobblestone) roads, but got in town around noon anyhoo. Pictures are all compliments of teh dadzorz today; I was chillin most of the day and not paying attention to taking pictures.