At last, the Mississippi

Mississippi River near Grand Rapids, Minnesota...
For weeks on end, it seemed as though we would never get to the eastern border of Montana, then came the plains of North Dakota.  The winds have been relentless, thunderstorms have threatening, tornadoes bypassed us, tires and brake pads worn dangerously thin. Then suddenly we were in Fargo sipping capacinos at the Great Northern Bicycle Shop and at last within reach of the headwaters of the Mississippi. Thankfully, the winds have been mostly at our backs and somehow our legs have agreed to keep pressing on. We've met some wonderful people, both in the places along the route and, increasingly, fellow cyclists along the route, with whom we exchange stories and gain valuable advice. Great to meet Sam (UK), Leo and Stephanie (France), Jeff (Vermont, USA), Jackie and Ted (Bemidji, Minnesota USA) and  to the lone cyclist  in  a  red  shirt  who gave us the tip on where to stay in Fargo.  Looking to dip our wheels in the cool waters of the Atlantic in some 6-7 weeks.