More on trail angels

So we got to Wolf Point, Montana hot, dirty, and tired. Rode up the hill to the city park and collapsed at a picnic table. We soon heard this young man shouting, " Hey, bikers, come on over and have a burger! We've got lots of food here! Have a soda!" he and his extended Native American family were having a picnic- and graciously invited the white men.

Our most remarkable trail angel story started in a Subway shop when some Williston natives heard us talking about riding the 1804 route. A woman named Kathy and her husband Ron said,"Pardon us for eavesdropping, but you should NOT use that road. It has become very dangerous with the oil boom!" other natives joined in with the same admonishment. As we went outside, Kathy ran after us and gave us her phone #, saying, "I will borrow a truck to drive you past the dangerous part..or if you want a place to stay, you can come sleep in our basement for a nite!" As we had really wanted a rest day (but no motels were available 70 miles near Williston!) we decided to be brave and called her to ask if she really meant we could stay at her home. She said Absolutely! So there we were-in a fine home with beds and TV PLUS she made a wonderful dinner for us PLUS she and Ron took us on a 25 mile car ride to see the beautiful scenery that we would be missing along Lake Sakawakea by not riding on the 1804.
Ain't life grand?