The Feeshko and I took our time driving out to Spokane, WA for her niece’s wedding, dividing the 1500-mile drive into four days and three nights. The first night was spent in Bismarck, the capitol city of North Dakota. You might recognize the capitol building pictured in the featured photo. Once I wrote extensively about how North Dakota’s capitol building is the most un-capitol-building-like state capitol building in the U.S. It looks more like senior citizen high rise housing than a grand statehouse.
Nevertheless, it IS a state capitol building and its grounds are probably the most interesting to explore by bicycle in the city. That’s what I did. On the way back to the hotel, I passed a bakery. As I’ve said before, I pass up almost all bakeries because I don’t particularly care for baked goods. In this case, however, I had to turn around to make sure the name of the place was actually the name I thought I had seen on the sign.
The next day we got to see some of the Theodore Roosevelt National Park (for the umpteenth time) before reaching our destination of Billings, Montana. After a short bike ride in Billings, I don’t have much to say. It ain’t pretty, but you’ve got to give the city credit for having two huge oil refineries and for charging exorbitant rates at its motels and hotels.
The Feeshko ate a bunch of vegetables from our cooler for dinner. Of course, gourmet that I am, I headed out for something more exciting. I ended up at a place called “Popeye’s Chicken.” I had heard of that restaurant before, so I figured it must be something pretty special.
All I can say is that the chicken was dry and the red beans and rice were boring and Popeye’s has a lot to learn before it can live up to its claims of being “Cajun.” I have no pictures of that culinary mess, so I’ll just show a picture of the badlands of Teddy Roosevelt’s park instead.
On the third day, we made our annual stop at Joe’s Pasty Shop in Butte, Montana. Joe’s pasties are not nearly as good as my homemade pasties or those of any pasty shop in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. But they’ll do in a pinch, and they’re better than food from a fast-food chicken joint.
This morning we made it to Spokane and I went for a bike ride. Here are two pictures: