I am not moving fast enough!

I was quick to get out of Missoula, even though I did not get started until noon-ish on Saturday. I was able to travel over 80 miles with plenty of day light to spare. I stayed at a dirty little hole of a camp ground, hoping to get some rest. My plans to rest were foiled. Big thunderstorms moved in fast. When the storms were on top of me and the sky was dumping I decided the safest place to hide would be the bathroom. Yuck! After a while the rain stopped and the sky became quiet so I returned to my little tent. I was just about to fall asleep when a crowd of drunken gamblers returned from town. They were, hootin,' andhollerin,' and belching up a storm. By the time they had settled down it had started to storm again, and it was back to the bathroom for me. I did manage to get a few hours of sleep. When I woke up everything was wet, and cold. Riding my bike seemed like the most logical thing to do. I hit the road with strong head wind and intermittent rain. Right before I got to Roger's Pass, my Continental Divide spot it started to sleet. By the time I got to the top it was pouring, and I was freezing. The ride down was much worse than the ride up. I averaged about 8 miles and hour this day. Once I had been riding for 43 miles I came upon a construction site. The signs said loose gravel, but in the rain loose gravel turns to thick heavy mud. I trudged through this for 4 miles. After 4 miles, Frank, my new friend stopped and gave a ride into town. It was just 3 miles, but those three miles would have taken me almost and hour. I spent that night and all the next day at the Bunk House in Augusta, Montana. Augusta is a real life cowboy town, with big black hats and cowboy boots, staying there was a real treat.This morning the sky was clear and the sun returned, revealing snow in the mountains that was not there when I passed through on Sunday. My goal was to make it 100 miles today, but before I got started I noticed a broken spoke. Before this trip I thought flat tires and broken spokes were a myth, now I know better. I felt my best option was to ride into Great Falls and visit a bike shop there. I made the 50 miles to great falls pretty fast, but my bike sounded awful, and my tire was in desperate need of a good truing. By the time my repairs were made another 50 miles seemed unrealistic, so tonight I have taken out a loan from the bank and I am staying at a KOA, this camp site is costs more than one night at the Bunk House in Augusta, and I had heat there.Hopefully I will spend more time riding tomorrow.