16th April
After leaving the ‘Cyber Quest’ café
, I ride North up US93, past Missoula Airport…
…where they train Smokejumpers. These are people who parachute into forest fires to put them out – on days when they’re not alligator wrestling or wing-walking on the Space Shuttle, I expect…
A few miles up the road, I see a sign to the National Bison Range. I ride the 12 miles off my route to the Visitor Centre to find that motorcycles aren’t permitted in the park
…
Not that it makes much difference – there’s nothing to see this early in the season, all the Bison are up in the hills, rather than down by the scenic loop road. There is a collection of antlers from deer, elk, moose & caribou stacked near the entrance…
…and a small, wooden trellis railway bridge – the kind of thing Indiana Jones would climb down, if it was 10 times this size
I ride back towards US93, with the spectacular Rocky Mountains beginning to fill my field of view…
…and followed it North to Flathead Lake…
…and stop for the day at a Super 8 motel at Polson.
After leaving the ‘Cyber Quest’ café
…where they train Smokejumpers. These are people who parachute into forest fires to put them out – on days when they’re not alligator wrestling or wing-walking on the Space Shuttle, I expect…

A few miles up the road, I see a sign to the National Bison Range. I ride the 12 miles off my route to the Visitor Centre to find that motorcycles aren’t permitted in the park
Not that it makes much difference – there’s nothing to see this early in the season, all the Bison are up in the hills, rather than down by the scenic loop road. There is a collection of antlers from deer, elk, moose & caribou stacked near the entrance…
…and a small, wooden trellis railway bridge – the kind of thing Indiana Jones would climb down, if it was 10 times this size
I ride back towards US93, with the spectacular Rocky Mountains beginning to fill my field of view…
…and followed it North to Flathead Lake…
…and stop for the day at a Super 8 motel at Polson.