Bigfork to Condon

Today was a beatiful cycling day. 47 planned miles and not too much in the way of climbing.

No ballet planned. Nice metalwork sculpture along the way.

Nice views of Swan Lake

We stopped here for a break.

The way was long and straight

Oh no!

Now I understand.

The eagle has landed. Just slightly to big to get in one of my panniers!

How dare you.

Upon arrival at the tiny hamlet which is Condon, I found the perfect recovery drink in the local store.

I forgot where I was for a moment.

Leo had one too.

And then he joined in.  Suits you sir. Well, he is an Anderson!

We were staying in nicely appointed log cabins.

Leo and I drew the short straw and had to sleep in the loft.

There was nowhere to eat nearby but luckily, we had chosen to stay on the night of the Fireman's Ball.

This was taking place from 5pm with food, auction and music. We made a donation and had a nice meal. Most people went off for an early night. I stayed to take some photos of an old car.

The young boy asked if he was in the photo. I told him he was and that he would be seen by millions of people around the world. He was very impressed.

This Newfoundland pup was gorgeous but feeling the heat.

I finished the evening with one of these. 

Despite this final libation,  I was woken by thunder, lightning and torrential rain in the early hours. I briefly thought of the two young ladies who had cycled 80 miles to get to Condon and pitched their tent opposite us. I then turned over and went back to sleep. I am pleases to say that they survived the night.