I'm camped in Lowell behind a motel (for free); the same place that Karen, MinWah, Ariel, and I camped in 2007. It's a lot lonelier without them. At Kooskia, about 25 miles back on this 69 mile / almost six hours on bike day, my 2003 Trans Am route met the Lewis and Clark route that we were on in 2007 quite by accident. I am now once again riding highway 12 over Lolo Pass, steeped in my 2003 memories of Mark, Jesse, Morgan, Josh, Michael, and Norm (who threw rocks at Mark and I for singing as we climbed White Bird Hill), and my 2007 memories of Karen, MinWah, and Ariel. Two trips that were crazy awesome in very different ways.
Today was long and hard, but felt good. I ate lunch at 5pm at the cafe/motel i'm staying behind to repay them, and some random dude paid for my meal. Yay fun! The short days are probably over, as I have two long days in Missoula and then it's time to stop warming up and start kicking ass. I think today is day 11...? I am way out the grid here, so I will upload this when I get service.
Oh yea, I got to ride the best downhill ever about 13 miles out of Grangeville today, descending from rolling wheat fields in to a canyon. It was a few miles, and if you let off your breaks for only a few seconds it felt like being towed behind a car to 45 mph, right into hairpin turns with no-guardrailed 50 foot drops. Needless to say, I modulated my speed between 25 and 40. I think we bypassed that hill the first time we went through here. Hot damn it was fun!
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