I figure that I won’t spend much time on this post. I’m in Carey, ID right now. It’s almost four o’clock, and I’d like to bike for another hour north before I set up for the night. So I’ll bounce in a few minutes.
It’s a real kick in the pants that Stuie’s knee went on the IR. The trip will be different. I’ll have to eat a dozen eggs at a time instead of six. I’ll have to rub sunscreen on my back with a plastic stirring spoon. I’ll have no one to play Nightcrawlers with. But I’m still excited. There will be more quiet time, more talking to myself, and more eggs.
I chilled in the tent last night and felt relaxed. The Californian megalopolis is behind me, and I’m closer to nature and closer to Michigan. I need less than 50 miles a day to make it back before Bliss. I have few worries, now, except for those mountains that will handled next week. I’ll either bike straight through them quick-like or bike up to Yellowstone and chill amongst them for a bit. I’ll probably chat with them later tonight about it.
Okay, I have campground somewhere north calling my name, and I have a date with a peanut butter muffin for dinner. It doesn’t care that I haven’t showered in two days. (That’s still shorter than Stuie’s no-shower trip record.)