Baby Steps to Butte

With some unsolicited cross-continental phone help from Colin (unsolicited, but much appreciated), I got Ludwig running last week. It was a wiring problem that felled him--putting Ludwig's refurbished old carbs back into the mix involved some new wiring, and I must not've done that great a job with my crimping and all.

A new set of wires, complete with connections soldered by yours truly, was installed last week and of course Ludwig hopped to life. One problem down...we're getting there.

So we took our most ambitious trip yet--a trek to Butte and back. We took up the challenge of finding a route that included no interstate driving (following Charles Kuralt's advice and getting off the interstate is easy enough for those of you living in densely settled or otherwise overrun states; in Montana, the interstate is often the only path from A to B) and succeeded. We therefore also succeeded in finding a way to make a 26 mile trip last an hour.

Burrowing under I-90

Rocker Montana

The Finlen Hotel, uptown Butte

We took the interstate back. Ludwig held his own over the steeper hills, even with his face to the wind. 

miles 223,585-223,639