Hello. Day 8. Ontario to Boise. 64.4 miles. 1,608 feet of climbing.
A good ride, mainly because I rode with others. First, with Alastair and Chris who were on the tandem, then with the KGB—Kim, Greg and Bev—plus several others.
Riding with others makes the time pass more quickly, plus, one can chat from time to time.
Rode past a bison ranch. Alas, they will probably end up as burgers.
Q and A time:
How are the meals? breakfasts have been mostly quite good, with one notable exception (Prineville Best Western). Dinners are pretty good too—usually pasta, chicken, salad, and decent desserts. We’re pretty much hungry all the time, so our standards aren’t too high…
Tonight there’s a BBQ here are the Courtyard Marriott.
How are Dave and I getting along? Fine. Nice to share a room. We remind each other not to forget things.
Any flats or mechanical problems? No! Knock on wood.
How are our bodies holding up? Pretty well. For me, lower back pain on the bike has lessened considerably. Main complaint now is feet get hot spots, sort of burning. It comes on about 60-80 miles in, and comes and goes. Loosening shoes seems to help a bit.
Butts OK, but we have now starting applying Desitin each night, whether we need it or not.
Legs feeling good.
How is camaraderie with other riders? Quite good. Nice to have a pre-dinner beer with folks. Some riders we haven’t talked much with, but we’ll see how that plays out.
Here’s the ride video.
Surprise of the day: Neighbors Peter and Rachel send a gift card to 10 Barrel Brewing. Will go tomorrow!
Tom, our Poet Laureate sent us this:
Through sage lands and plateaus,
Crooked Gorge quite a view,
They climbed Oregon’s back roads
Where Meek’s Cutoff ran through.
Two dogs saw them riding,
And took up the chase,
To escape being dogmeat,
They skidadaled apace.
Past painted desert,
The trip’s hardest day,
In the first summer heatwave,
Each suffered his own way.
“It’s broiling hot” panted Martin,
As he baked in the heat,
But Stabler rode silent,
And ignored his sore feet.
They left Oregon behind them,
Cruised over the Snake,
Past potatoes and sugar beets,
Into the Gem State.
And so a week’s gone by,
They stop for a rest,
Already in Boise,
They passed their first test.
It’s high time for
A good rest for the legs,
And a real breakfast to eat,
Besides powdered eggs.