Day Fifty-Seven: Kickin' it in Kalispell

This morning we awoke and were told to leave Whitefish at our leisure, as we only had to bike 16 miles south, backtracking to Kalispell. Our next host was the Kalispell fire house.

Of course, the fact that the ride was only 16 miles did not stop Megan and I from getting lost along the way. It turns out that GPS doesn't work so well out West. Whoops.



Once we finally found the fire department and settled in, we got to check out the area. It reminded me of the New Jersey suburbs--a cluster of shopping plazas and parking lots placed along busy highways. Did I mention our host was hidden behind a Costco?



Tonight I'm drifting off to sleep while watching lightning dance in the far off hills. It's a mesmerizing way to softly greet sleep.

Sleeping Soundly,
James
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Today was dedicated to the oldest member of the church we stayed at in Whitefish, who continues to battle cancer and live her life to the fullest.