The alarm
sounded rather early this morning. Hate that little black box! Woman, get up!
There’s a lot to be done today. Breakfast was the last banana oatmeal bar we
were carrying with us since??? No, not last year! My woman got some ice for the
4 water bottles. One has to be prepared… We left town when the sun was just
creeping over the hills.
Made this a nice cool ride. First stop was the gas station just south of town – Rulon Gardner’s picture hanging there. Another bottle of water should be enough for the whole trip – now we carried almost 4 kilo’s more than usual. The first 20 km were already slightly uphill. The traffic we had yesterday, seems not to be running on a Friday. Suddenly I could hear some classical music – not very well, but still…. Oh, my woman has the red cross radio out! Now if the tempo of the music could just be a little bit faster…Some smiley balloons turned a smile on my woman’s face. Then at last the 4 km climb to the top of pass – at 2350 meters.
And guess what – we now had a 25 km descend into Idaho. On that stretch there are no houses… just the hills, some trees and Salt Creek.
Hey woman, why don’t you stop to take a picture of the Idaho border? See that car there just in front of it… well, there are 2 men sitting in there and she doesn’t feel right about that. Along the road the signs warn us about the jerky: elk, deer, beef… all fresh! But just as we arrive at the point where the old man sells his goods, we see him pull out and leave the place. No cool Gatorade, no jerky, no pep talk, no water… We have to go on! A little bit further some strange animals stand along the road. Talk about big!
Well, the hill out of Geneva is also big. It’s getting around noon time – it’s not the hottest time of the day yet, Like an ant, we crawl up along the hill – I’m watching the Polar making sure my boss doesn’t overdo or overheat.
Looking back from where one comes always gives my woman a great feeling and boy – the valley looks so far away below us. Geneva summit – a yell – a water bottle over her head.
Just as we start our descend, we notice an unlucky creature. Did he climb too fast?
Montpelier canyon road is narrower – especially towards the end so extra attention is needed. But then we are finally back into a small town – houses with gardens in front after a morning of being out where no one lives – or hardly anyone! Keep going straight woman – it’s calling us! Yup… The Arctic Circle – a good place to cool down, have a coke float (the first one this summer) and boy, does my woman likes that hot dog (no, not me!). The place is so busy: a baseball tournament for youth in town! Kids from Wyoming towns like Evanston and Jackson Hole are here to play! The Super 8 – with airco will cool us down. Later that afternoon, my woman heads out to do some shopping: fresh carrots, plums, banana….life is good again!
Made this a nice cool ride. First stop was the gas station just south of town – Rulon Gardner’s picture hanging there. Another bottle of water should be enough for the whole trip – now we carried almost 4 kilo’s more than usual. The first 20 km were already slightly uphill. The traffic we had yesterday, seems not to be running on a Friday. Suddenly I could hear some classical music – not very well, but still…. Oh, my woman has the red cross radio out! Now if the tempo of the music could just be a little bit faster…Some smiley balloons turned a smile on my woman’s face. Then at last the 4 km climb to the top of pass – at 2350 meters.
And guess what – we now had a 25 km descend into Idaho. On that stretch there are no houses… just the hills, some trees and Salt Creek.
Hey woman, why don’t you stop to take a picture of the Idaho border? See that car there just in front of it… well, there are 2 men sitting in there and she doesn’t feel right about that. Along the road the signs warn us about the jerky: elk, deer, beef… all fresh! But just as we arrive at the point where the old man sells his goods, we see him pull out and leave the place. No cool Gatorade, no jerky, no pep talk, no water… We have to go on! A little bit further some strange animals stand along the road. Talk about big!
Well, the hill out of Geneva is also big. It’s getting around noon time – it’s not the hottest time of the day yet, Like an ant, we crawl up along the hill – I’m watching the Polar making sure my boss doesn’t overdo or overheat.
Looking back from where one comes always gives my woman a great feeling and boy – the valley looks so far away below us. Geneva summit – a yell – a water bottle over her head.
Just as we start our descend, we notice an unlucky creature. Did he climb too fast?
Montpelier canyon road is narrower – especially towards the end so extra attention is needed. But then we are finally back into a small town – houses with gardens in front after a morning of being out where no one lives – or hardly anyone! Keep going straight woman – it’s calling us! Yup… The Arctic Circle – a good place to cool down, have a coke float (the first one this summer) and boy, does my woman likes that hot dog (no, not me!). The place is so busy: a baseball tournament for youth in town! Kids from Wyoming towns like Evanston and Jackson Hole are here to play! The Super 8 – with airco will cool us down. Later that afternoon, my woman heads out to do some shopping: fresh carrots, plums, banana….life is good again!
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