Hello. Day 12 . Twin Falls to Burley. 45.9 miles. 1854 feet of climbing.
Just a shorty today, mainly because of availability of hotels. Too far to press on to Pocatello, our next stop.
Highlight of the day: Shoshone Falls, 3 miles out of Twin Falls, then 2 miles down to the viewing site. The falls are 45 feet higher than Niagara.
Another side trip took us down to view Twin Falls—not as impressive. Steep climb back to the main road.
For the rest of the day we rode into a stiff headwind. Thank goodness for a paceline!
Again today we rode past fields of corn, potatoes, alfalfa and sugar beets. I now know what sugar beets look like! One of our riders, Kim, had to check out the wheat.
For much of the ride we were on a frontage road that paralleled the interstate.
At one point we came upon several pickups trying to “herd” a cow that had gotten loose and was running down the road.
Here’s wheat turning from green to golden.
Here’s our ride video
Back to the Q & A Dept:
Do we ride with the same people each day?
Lately, yes. We’ve pretty much settled into riding groups, although we’ve noticed some riders tend to ride solo all the time.
Pacelines are not supposed to exceed 6 riders (makes it harder for vehicles to pass)
Do we chat while riding?
Not much. Mostly we’re single file. We try to always call out, “Car back!” to alert riders in front that a car coming up on us.
On quiet roads we’ll sometimes ride two abreast and chat a bit
How often are the rest stops?
About every 25-30 miles. I usually wolf down a bar half-way between the stops.
Portland Tom, our Poet Laureate for the tour sent this delightful piece:
A day out of the saddle
Saw the Brothers full of pep,
Martin kicked up his heels,
Stabler had spring in his step.
“I’m feeling my oats!” exclaimed Martin
As he charged up a slope,
But Stabler right next to him
Was too winded to emote.
They raced down to Mountain Home,
Saw the cataracts at Twin Falls,
Marveled where Evel Knievel in his rocket
Had a painful close call.
They rode just East of Eden,
Heard “Ongi Etorri!” from the Basque,
And on the 39 short miles into Burley
Really stepped on the gas.
Through the mountains of Idaho
The Snake cuts like a knife,
Forms a deep and wide channel,
Brings the desert to life.
In a great downward arc
The Bike Brothers followed that terrain,
Birds of prey circled overhead,
Cows fattened on the plain.
They skirted the Sawtooths,
Angled back north again,
In their own private Idaho,
They were feeling no pain.
And Grand Junction Kate sent this:
Roses are red.
Biking can make you ache.
Glad you had fun today
Following the River Snake!