Yup, you guessed it, the sprinklers came on at 4:15 and hit my tent, my bike and me (when I got out of the tent). There were 3 sprinkler heads that could reach where my tent was set up! First I tried to grab my bike and move it, but it was locked to the picnic table. I didn’t have a headlamp so I was dependent on my early morning eyes seeing the combination lock underneath the picnic table. Somehow, I was lucky enough to get it open and rolled my bike to the main playground that wasn’t getting irrigated. I ran back and pulled all the tent, steaks and drug my tent with everything in it over to the playground. I decided that I should just pack up and leave instead of trying to set the tent up and get more sleep. But I didn’t get packed up before The sprinklers came on at the playground and started spraying me again. I started to think I must be on a reality TV show and looked for some cameras, but there were none.
On the way out of town this little bakery was just putting out their sign and I decided Carl deserved a treat. After I picked out what I wanted they said it was on the house. Road magic is so nice, thanks Bergy’s!
I’ve been enjoying seeing all the graffiti on the train cars. There’s some serious talent out there. 
I’ve been seeing a lot of sunflowers on the side of the road. I don’t know if they are escaped from farmers Fields or if they could be a native variety but they have a lot of charm.
I stopped in Harlem, Montana picked up a few things at the grocery store plugged in my phone and battery to a outlet out front and proceeded to sit on the pavement and eat lunch. I’m sure I was quite a spectacle. There were a few kind folks that came through and asked me Where I was headed. One set a prayer for me and another asked if she could buy me a drink.
Apparently, Harlem has a little problem with meth.
This sign made me think of my friend Stu Cawley. I was pretty sure he had written the text for the sign. But it would’ve been in a much cooler font if he had made the sign. 
Apparently, RadioShack is still alive! This is the second one I’ve seen on my trip. This was in Malta, Montana. I ate a nice lunch at a pizza shop and stopped by the county sheriff’s office to ask about my plan to ride 80 miles of gravel roads the next couple days. I talked to Deputy Jordan, who was very helpful. He gave me suggestions of safety precautions, most of which I had already acted on. And he gave me his duty phone number. I told him I would let him know when I was through that remote section of gravel. 
 at the end of the day I came to sleeping Buffalo rock. Apparently it used to sit on a bluff, looking like a lone buffalo and Native Americans had carved petroglyphs on it.  now it sits in a little three sided shelter on the side of the road. People stop and leave offerings to it. I saw Sage and tobacco offerings. I didn’t have much to offer, but I did offer some water. 
I had decided I should live it up before my 80 miles of gravel roads and sprung to camp at sleeping Buffalo Hot Springs resort. I set up camp and went in the Hot Springs. It felt marvelous. 
Slow and Steady 
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