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Day 25,

August 16, 2003.

 

Plenty of pictures; plenty of miles in Beautiful Idaho

 

 

Today I took a lot of pictures as there were so many pretty views and other interesting opportunities.

So, as already mentioned earlier, the night was extremely bad and I didn’t get enough sleep. The major problem was the strong wind, that could break the tent fabric or the assembling sticks.

 

I waited until it became fairly bright and headed further north-east on Hwy 95.

The next town was Council, 20 miles away, passing through two little villages, Alpine and Mesa, which I don’t even remember.

 

The wind was blowing from the rear left and helped me to pedal. The sky had no clouds and it was warm.

 

As I entered Council, I immediately stopped at the gas station and got a hotdog. Then, few blocks down the road, was some kind of community building with public internet access. I checked e-mail but computers were extremely slow and overly protected, so there was not much use in them anyway. Then I rode down the road to the downtown, which consisted of a little square and a street with few stores, barber’s shop, etc.

On the square, they had some kind of auction today, to help raise money for some good reason, I forgot exactly. There was a donated bicycle with automatic shifting mechanism, and I was curious to see how much it would sell for, but didn’t want to wait until the auction would start.

I stopped by the grocery store and bought a drink with few bananas.

 

In two miles, there was a ranger’s station, where they had free maps of Idaho - very detailed, by the way, so I got one.

 

After Council, in about another hour, the vegetation started changing dramatically. Mostly fields with burnt grass, which they refer to as high elevation desert, changed to pine forests.

 

At one turn, I rode by the sign informing about entering Payette National Forest. (Refer to pictures). As you see on the sign, this area is and was affected by forest fires. (See today's pictures).

Then the road started going uphill but for some reason I was full of energy and knew that by this time I have already covered good distance today.

 

In 20 minutes after the climb, I saw an old car parked on the shoulder of the road. When I lined up with the car and stopped to ask if the guy, which was looking under the hood, needed any help. I actually worked as auto mechanic before and like to think that I have basic understanding in what’s going there ;). The guy’s name was Terry. He actually was in a great mood and before talking about the car, he asked me usual questions about the trip and the bicycle. The car, was an older Pontiac with carbureted V8 engine which quit running. What we discovered is that the engine would run if the gas was poured directly inside the carburetor untill using all of this gas, which meant there was some fuel delivery problem. Either a stocked up line/filter, or broken fuel pump. So, basically, he couldn’t get it back running very easily and decided to wait for a tow truck. Theoretically, there could be a way to attach a bottle with gas somewhere in the engine compartment with the fuel line going directly from the carburetor, but this would be extremely dangerous. Terry lived in the town called New Meadows, about 15 miles away further north. We chatted for few more minutes when Terry started telling me that he actually talked to the dead people. At this point I decided that it’s better for me to keep going as I didn’t really want him to try to convince me that this is possible, as he was very enthusiastic about it. Before leaving, I asked him if I could take a picture and send him the copy later, to which he agreed but went inside to get his cap. His wife was actually patiently sitting in the car waiting for some kind of outcome. I wished Terry good luck and kept going further.

 

The surroundings became extremely beautiful and this was finally the first time in the real forest with old trees around. (Refer to picture “Green Bicycle Green Water”).

 

In about one hour, the road turned east and became more leveled. The forest outside was occasionally cut for lumber.

 

In about one hour, I rode into New Meadows. A wrecked semi-trailer was standing not far from the road, so I rode closer to take a look. The guy that was working around it, told me that it’s been there a while and now he is towing it away with this new red truck.

 

New Meadows is also a little town with half a dozen shops and stores to both sides of the major street, Hwy 95.

I walked in the grocery store and got a bottle of cold milk with donuts.

After lunch I walked to the gift shop and talked to the lady there, that was selling an old sword, from Civil War, if I’m not mistaking. She wanted somewhere around 75 dollars for it, but couldn’t sell it for a while due to lack of tourists lately. She said she really wanted to try E-bay as there are plenty of collectors that know the value of such a sword.

She took the picture of me near the Indian statue and answered few questions about the road ahead.

According to the lady, there should be a huge downhill in another 5 – 10 miles if I was going to stay on 95.  For the last several miles, the road was going directly east and in few miles after New Meadows, 95 was turning sharply to the north while state highway 55 continued east through the mountains.

 

I stopped by the post office and went to the Laundromat across the street to fill up the water bottles.

When I walked out of the Laundromat, two guys around 30 y.o. were getting back in their beat up vehicle. One of them sitting at the passenger seat, asked me – Where are you going? , in the same manner, shortly, I replied – New York, and continued putting stuff in the bags. Well, probably guy had more excitement or expectations from me and in his question and suddenly became very angry. He shouted some thing like “going to ******* NY”!!! and they drove away with squealing tires.

In this case, I obviously added to their anger, but at the same time, these guys were just extremely psychotic and with quick temper.  All this shows that no matter how careful you are, there are still people out there who can get offended or aggressive for very little reason. This of course also applies to them being in the driver’s seats. For that reason I was looking back for few minutes after getting on the road again. This is a second hostile encounter on the trip so far.

 

So, after the nice rest, lunch and some sightseeing, I got back on the road. However, in about 5 miles, the mountains started and this was not what the lady was telling me regarding to as straight and then downhill. For few miles I was trying to see if there were any signs indicating what highway this was, but there were no signs. I had a feeling of going the wrong way, because road also started east and even some to the south, which is definitely not where Canada is. J

Luckily, in few minutes, a rangers truck was passing in the oncoming direction and after I waved my hand, a lady driver in the truck stopped and backed up to align with me. I asked her what route I was on, and indeed, it turned out I stayed on 55, instead of turning left on 95. I thanked the lady and had nothing else to do but pedal 5 miles back. The wind was severe head wind here and I was going very slowly. When I reached the intersection, there was a pretty big gas station, where stopped to fill up the water bottles some more.

 

By this time it was 15 minutes after three. In another 15 minutes of riding on the straight road with strong side wind, I stopped near the coolest sign I’ve seen so far. J The 45th parallel. Of course I had to take a picture of it, for the records. J

Oh, by the way, I saw a tow truck with Terry’s car right before getting back on 95.

 

Before leaving New Meadows, I wanted to say that this is the area with extremely extensive variety of natural wonders. Here is how it is described in the chamber of commerce brochure:

Come visit Meadows Valley and explore Idaho's vast wilderness today! Fish in cool mountain lakes and quiet streams. Experience the solitude of high mountain meadows. Quietly explore cross-country ski trails. Ski powder. Snowmobile rugged backcountry. Mountain bike from pasture to peak. Raft and kayak wild, untamed rivers. Camp along rivers and in forests. Play 18-hole championship golf. Enjoy the annual Labor Day logging show and barbeque. Relax and swim in natural hot springs. In the heart of Idaho, you will find the backbone of America. A mountain valley rich in heritage and tradition. A land where a balance between logging, ranching and tourism has been found. A community of individuals preserving the lifestyle of rural America.

 

There were also information signs describing wildlife that habitats in the area and rich variety of plants that grow in this sunny and moist environment, creating plenty of resources for livestock farmers.

 

To this point, I have ridden 60 miles today and the next town – Riggins, was another 30 miles further. I really wanted to finish this day with good distance and started pedaling hard further down the road, going among nice peaceful meadows. J The wind, meanwhile, turned to almost back wind and was now actually helping me. Soon the downhill started and for another hour or so I almost didn’t have to touch the pedals. This is a very amazing experience, just rolling down the majestic scenery between the mountains, smelling the sweet wild flowers and feeling the rewarding cool breeze on your forehead. J

 

By about 6 pm I arrived to Riggins, which was completely full of all the tourists stuck in the middle of nowhere that still wanted to spend the night somewhere surrounded by people.

I bought few burritos with soda and made a nice lunch at one of the tables at the numerous cafes in the town. Then I went to the local park, that was near the river. It was peaceful and green, but featured a clear sign – No overnight camping. Then I found out where the school was and went to check it out. There was a great spot on the porch of one of the school buildings facing the mountain with nothing further, making it completely hiding from any views, and of course there wouldn’t be anyone walking there during the night, especially because school hasn’t yet started. This is where I decided to put a tent later on tonight and went back to town to explore some gift shops and look at the disco club.

 

Today – 88 miles, total – approximately 1000.

 

 

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