Darby, Mont., to Jackson, Mont.

We rode 75 miles today. The major event was an 8-mile climb up Lost Trail/ Chief Joseph Pass. It was tough. I felt pretty good on the way up, but was also anxiously waiting to see if I would hit the wall. It was sunny, but also cool on the way up. I was pleased to see a familiar sign at the summit, which allowed me to recreate some old poses. Someone else at the top took our photo.

After the pass, we had some downhill followed by some level sections that were aided by some wind. We got into this huge valley, which looks like Kansas put in between distant mountain ranges.

We went through Wisdom, Mont., where 25 years we experienced an attack of mosquitos, which thrive on the flood irrigation. I had prepared for this before the trip, but inexplicably couldn't find my bug spray. The mosquitos didn't show up and a waitress said last night's cold -- temps in the 30s -- may have suppressed them. The mosquitos arrived later as we got toward Jackson, where we're staying at a hot springs lounge.

Sometime in the last 25 years, Jackson Mercantile repainted their storefront.

Tomorrow, we're hoping to make it past Dillon to the biker-friendly town of Twin Bridges.