Thursday, July 28, 2016

More photos of the bike trip from Pat's camera.

Relaxing on the beach in Oregon near our first campsite.

Chickens at the Airbnb in Eugene, Oregon. We got fresh eggs every morning.

Coming out of Sisters Oregon.

More views from Sisters, Oregon. At least two of these mountains are sisters. I think that the third sister is hiding.

While we still had the car, Sherry drove us to the Painted Hills in Oregon.

Prineville? Dayville? Prairie City?

Fresh water by the side of the road near the completely empty Bates State Park. A bartender told us about this spring. It was near the exit that she used to meet her ex-husband to exchange their daughter.

 Waiting for Tom to arrive in Baker City, Oregon - we went to the movies to see X-Men Apocalypse. One seriously stinky turd of a movie, but there aren't many movie choices in small towns. Either the latest Disney kid movie, or the latest action movie.

Tom's 26 year old Novara touring bike, all loaded up.

Somewhere in Eastern Oregon.

 Yes, his thermometer says 108 degrees.

A hammock is a lovely accessory for bike camping.

Ever little town has a post office. Some of them are little more than a construction trailer with an American flag outside. Tom mailed home a lot of his unnecessary gear from Lucile.

The Swiftwater RV park near White Bird, Idaho. Nice neighbors, a shower, cold water, and a lovely river to camp next to.

At the top of the White Bird pass. Lots of elevation gain, but a relatively low grade, so we just pedaled and slowly made it up.

Temporary flatness heading out of Grangeville, until we hit our steepest downhill of the trip. Probably 2 miles of 16%. We each hit over 40 mph and could smell our brake pads.

Our lovely hotel-mates in Kooskia, Idaho. The passenger flashed her Glock as she was unpacking, just so we would know.

Sign says "Winding Road Next 99 Miles" and they meant it. We are on Rte 12 in Idaho following the Clearwater River and the Lochsa River for the next 99 miles. There were no services at all along this stretch. Not a single gas station, hotel or convenience store.

Pat, entering Montana. We had just gone over Lolo pass.

Missoula is the headquarters for the Adventure Bicycling Association, and any rider who comes through can get a polaroid pinned to the wall. This is Pat's.

Pat, wearing every piece of clothing he has and getting ready for the downhill. It snowed on us coming over this pass and the downhill was really cold.

More mountains and barbed wire.

Mooo - Wyoming is cattle country

At Quake Lake, this entire hillside slid down into a river and created a large lake behind it, and killed quite a few people in the process. Parts of the hillside ran all the way up the other side of the valley.

Coming into Yellowstone at the West Yellowstone entrance.

Cooking something in Grant Village, Yellowstone

Taking a break from the RV's and the Harleys in Yellowstone.

The local meat shop in Dubois provided the Italian sausage for our pasta sauce, cooked in the church kitchen.

Lots of antlers around here.  We took a rest day in Dubois and just wandered around the town.

The church in Dubois where we spent one night.

A dramatic shot of the run-down church in Jeffry City

Melt some butter, brown the pecans in the butter, add some bourbon and stand back to let them flame, pour in some real maple syrup and wait for it to come to a boil and then add the thinly sliced banana. Let it cool a little while the french toast is cooking. Serve, eat, be happy.

Lots of cracks in the Wyoming roads, many of them leading in the direction of travel. They were pretty wide and seemed to be filled with black marshmallow goop. Best not to get your wheels in them.

The Beaver Creek fires in the distance, coming into Riverside, Wyoming

Chili a-la-Pat in Riversideside, Wyoming.

Enjoying the chili.

Another view of the Beaver Creek fires, still burning mostly uncontained. On the road from Riverside to Walden

The pie shop in Granby, Colorado - we ate half for dessert and half for breakfast. It was a drive-up shop but we just walked.

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