Wet (but not Wild)

After a restful night in the home of Janina and Brian (Thanks!), energized by our first real, homecooked dinner and breakfast along with Who’s Your Daddy, we reluctantly set out for our first day of biking through the rain (we sucessfully avoided it the previous day by waiting until 5pm to depart on our short trip from Whitefish to Columbia Falls). We meandered through country roads for about 30 miles as the rain lightened and even looked as if it was about to clear. Just as we turned off route and started the two miles toward Bigfork the skys let loose a torrent of heavy rain. We rolled into Bigfork soaking wet and extremely muddy. We thought it best to get a hotel and get out of the storm and became the only guests (excluding the housekeepers) at the Grand Hotel. On the advice of a woman in the lobby we headed to the bar for a drink, as “[that] is the only thing to do on a rainy day in Bigfork”.