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Missoula, Montana. Saturday, June 1, 2024. Missoula was just too cool a town to leave after one day, and I decided after yesterday’s big push I deserved a down day. I lined up a Warmshowers host, finished my belated blogging, and went out to explore. The first thing you notice is a big white MContinue reading “The Divine Mount M”

Lochsa Lodge, Idaho to Missoula, Montana. Friday, May 31, 2024. My favorite Joni Mitchell song (actually, I like the Tom Rush version better), but not such a fun memory this morning. I worked out the time and realized I had to leave here before 6 AM. The temperature was 31°. WTF!? It’s May 31 forContinue reading “Urge for Going”

Wilderness Gateway Campground to Lochsa Lodge, Idaho. Thursday, May 3, 2024. I was delighted to see how the tent kept me dry in the steady rain all night, not so delighted with the situation when I woke up. The rain had stopped but the rain fly was soaked. Despite a clever apex ventilation system, theContinue reading “Marginal communicado”

Kooskia to Wilderness Gateway Campground, Idaho.    Wednesday, May 29, 2024  [note: the next three posts are coming all at once, since I was off the grid for three days. They are a little bit less tightly edited than the others, my apologies in advance.] Heading off today felt more formidable than my last accommodations desert,Continue reading “Incommunicado zone”

Orfino to Kooskia, Idaho. Tuesday, May 28, 2024 Today, finally, I will be joining the legendary Transamerica Trail, the original coast to coast bicycle route that was begun by a group called Bikecentennial in 1976 as an offbeat way to celebrate the nations bicentennial. A grassroots effort spread by word-of-mouth, it attracted over 4000 cyclists.Continue reading “Transamerica Trail”

Lewiston to Orofino, Idaho. Monday, May 27, 2024. Astute readers of this blog will recall I’ve used this line before, for Highway 41 in “The ultimate hypotenuse” post in Michigan on 5/30/21. The US highway system is the forgotten stepchild of American road building, largely subsumed into the interstate system, only a few remain intactContinue reading “Oh 12, 12, why hast thou forsaken me?”

Pomeroy, Washington to Lewiston, Idaho. Sunday, May 26, 2024. This script almost wrote itself. I should’ve known better. If I wax poetic about my dream bike, if I gush with pride, something is sure to happen. The seat had been squeaking more than usual, so I got down below it to apply some lube. IContinue reading “Pride goeth before a fall”

[Heads up campers, this post is going to get deep in the weeds about my bicycle. Normal people, as opposed to bicycle geeks, should feel free to skip this one.] “The bicycle is the most efficient machine ever created. Converting calories into gas, a bicycle gets the equivalent of three thousand miles per gallon.” —Continue reading “The machine”

Dayton to Pomeroy, Washington Saturday, May 25, 2024. OK, this fleabag wasn’t that creepy, and there were only 11 vacancies. But it was in the ballpark. The office was behind the windowed door, and my room was the one just to the left. I didn’t see any peepholes. The proprietor was an older woman, notContinue reading “12 rooms, 12 vacancies”

Walla Walla to Dayton, Washington. Friday, May 24, 2024 Low-key day today. Accommodation spacing, mountainous terrain, and Memorial Day weekend crowds have dictated that I take a trio of 30-mile days. Knowing this, I tarried with the Brannans, we had lots of fun sharing experiences, talking about our kids, careers, the airline industry, bike rides,Continue reading “The Palouse”