Yeee Haaaww....We are in Polebridge, MT

So when saying the title of the post, you have to use your best western accent.  As I said previously, the biggest challenge seemed to be being able to keep our caloric intake up...problem solved.  (This one is especially for Martha)....Here is my thought (since I have a lot of time to think while the seat is becoming one with my buttocks)  I thought for breakfast I would fry up some grizzle from a nice big fatty steak, fatty bacon on a lard lathered bagel and deep fried.   All I can say is yummy and where is the closest outhouse!  Polebridge, Mt is this interesting place in the middle of nowhere, that everyone around seems to know about, it has a saloon, mercantile and a hostel (where we are at right now) run by a fantastic guy named Oliver.  Recap of day 4, long day against headwind, crossed border into US, I can´t remember much else besides the pain in my backside.  Day 5, reports of snow over whitefish divide, only turned out to be snow patches, though it was a day of climbing 26 miles and not an equal amount downhill.  Rode into Polebridge, which is 5.5 miles out of the way...and definitely worth it, got info on snow for tomorrows ride from a guy named Yan, who advised to reroute if possible.  Itś possible and we may just do that, he found it to be quite miserable and he isnt pulling a trailer.  To all our friends and family, thank you for your support, keep the comments and donations rolling in, it really means alot.  Days are long, tough and tiring and they help to drive us forward.  So remember boys and girls, when using your chamois butter, use the opposite hand that you would to dive into a bag of chips or popcorn, especially when sharing with others.