…continued from Part 1: Cycling Mt. Hood, Oregon Day 1: East Glacier I woke up somewhere in the mountains west of Whitefish. Looking out, the rolling hills passed by, and an occasional lake appeared. It was 7am, and I needed coffee. We were four hours late, thanks to a delayed connection in Spokane. But I didn’t care. Coffee was all that mattered.
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Cycling Glacier National Park
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…continued from Part 1: Cycling Mt. Hood, Oregon Day 1: East Glacier I woke up somewhere in the mountains west of Whitefish. Looking out, the rolling hills passed by, and an occasional lake appeared. It was 7am, and I needed coffee. We were four hours late, thanks to a delayed connection in Spokane. But I didn’t care. Coffee was all that mattered.