Montana is flooding... We need a boat, not bikes!

Started the day with two fresh warm donuts. The mom got her gorillas. Happiness. Unfortunately it quickly went downhill from there.

About the ride: 46 degrees, driving rain, 65 miles. Enough said.

Arrived completely waterlogged into Denton looking for a place to camp. We stopped by the grocery store and the woman working there gave us directions to the park across the street. We ventured over and saw that the bathrooms were closed. The mom decided to go back into the grocery store to ask if there was a place in town to stay. The woman working there (Bonnie) insisted that we stay in an extra bedroom of hers. She overwhelmed us with kindness and even gave us an extra key to the house since she was going to 8th grade graduation. We ran (literally, it was still pouring) over to the cafe in town for warm drinks and food. During the time spent in the cafe we overheard numerous conversations about houses flooding, bridges washed out, and septic systems backed up. I am now happily snuggled in Bonnie's guest room in the "pea pod" (our nickname for my sleeping satchel). We are hoping we can make it to Lewistown tomorrow without a paddle!