A Grand Day Out

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Short stage today — 34 miles from Livingston to Big Timber.  For some reason, towns aren't distributed for our convenience.  Beautiful weather, and a tail wind practically hurling us down the road.

So on with additional crimes against the photographic arts.

Wind Involved Hurtling

Bald Eagle

2473 To Go

Marking the Occasion


At the end of our Grand Day Out, 37 more miles under the wheels.  2,456 between us and the Atlantic.




Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 3, 2024 at 9:23 PM

    Amazing journey.

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  2. AnonymousJune 3, 2024 at 9:54 PM

    That’s a large bird in that one pic. Keep the pics and notes coming. Stay safe.

    Mike Fink

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  3. AnonymousJune 3, 2024 at 10:10 PM

    ❤️ Ginny

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  4. AnonymousJune 4, 2024 at 6:25 PM

    I took a close up of your faces with the bikes. Susan, smiling; Jeff, giving her the look! Your beard will be much longer before this ride is over. Thanks for giving your aunt and adventure.

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