I'm saying at a church in Halfway (pop 288) that regularly hosts bikers, relegated to another phone update due to a library that is closed on Wednesdays. Back in 2003 this town sold their name for a year to Half.com for 75,000 and computers for their school. So... There's that...
Last night Rob and I were awakened at 1 am to cops shining flashlights at us, but just 'cause they had to. We were allowed to stay there unofficially and they had to pretend it wasn't ok for ten minutes and then they left. It was less scary than the spider I found in my sleeping bag earlier that night.
I woke up early and got on the road by 7ish to avoid headwinds that never showed up. The day was beautiful, overcast mostly, and I rode through amazing open spaces, canyons, hills, and among rivers for 42 miles before my first stop in Richland at 10. I met Jim on the road but Richland was the last I saw of him. I then climbed a short pass and got in to Halfway around 1.
Jim will take a rest day here, and Bob took one in Baker City, so I think I'm officially in front of the Mitchell crew now. I will miss their company.
In 7 days I've ridden 400 miles, over 7 mountain passes, and will enter Idaho tomorrow in Hell's Canyon. I'm not even close to being done with mountains. Good. :)
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