June 19, Tuesday. We have finally exited Montana and entered Nebraska.

The usually dry Mokoshika Campground received rain, and a little thunder and lightning last night. We packed up our wet tents and were pleasantly surprised as the blue sky chased us all day and finally caught up to us. On one particularly un-busy road we met and talked to two cyclist headed in the other direction, Anders from Norway and Dave from Boulder. they started in Daint Louis and were headed to Seaside, Oregon. We stopped in the middle of the road and talked for 20 minutes.

It got amazingly flat in North Dakota but quickly changed to gorgeous badlands.


We are in a campground in Medora, North Dakota that borders Theodore Roosevelt National Park, which has 30 miles of road and lots of bison. Medora is an adorable and unabashed tourist trap.

In the winter the population in Medora is about 100 and will swell to a couple of thousand in the summer. One of the main attractions is the “cowboy” musical spectacle that takes place every night up on the butte in a natural amphitheater. It is different every year but always features at Teddy Roosevelt. Right next door is the “Pitchfork Steak Fondue” restaurant which was crowded with tourists. I was able to get a view of the theater space;