South outta McCall @7 am feeling a bit groggy from having blogged til early morning. (Gosh, I sure hope someone reads all this BS B4 it disappears into the binary ether.) Grab Farm to Market Road, an alternative to SR 55, which gets me into some pretty, rolling farmland and past a number of cattail marshes full of red wing blackbirds. Reach the town of Cascade and make the big decision to mail home my pocket trumpet and a few books. It was a tough decision, but in light of my creaky right knee and all the climbs looming ahead, I thought lightening my load the best move. Post Office had a delayed Saturday morning opening time, so I practised talking to all the GOBs (Good Old Boys) who were collecting in front. This does take some patience! Most of the converse comes down to complaining and bemoaning some national issue with which they feel powerless, then quickly turns to the fast-track method of solving absolutely all the world's problems and right away.
Rest of the day's miles are easy downhill along the roaring North Fork Payette River and I tuck into Swinging Bridge CG for the day after 57 miles. I grab a (very quick) cold bath in an eddy of the river, taking good care not to let the dog or my belongings get too close, lest they get swept away. Dinner is a piece of cold fried chicken, raw carrots, and a Snickers bar plus a bunch of Vit. I and it's to sleepy town.
Need to catch up on sleep!
Rest of the day's miles are easy downhill along the roaring North Fork Payette River and I tuck into Swinging Bridge CG for the day after 57 miles. I grab a (very quick) cold bath in an eddy of the river, taking good care not to let the dog or my belongings get too close, lest they get swept away. Dinner is a piece of cold fried chicken, raw carrots, and a Snickers bar plus a bunch of Vit. I and it's to sleepy town.
Need to catch up on sleep!
Don't worry, Gary, I am reading all your BS before it disappears into the binary ether, and very much enjoying it. Dreaming about my very own long bike ride. Shame the horn's coming home, but it makes sense.
ReplyDeleteI have a neighbor rather like your GOB's. If he catches me out gardening he gabs on and on and I say:U-huh and really? His every other sentence contains the phrase; "Like I say..."
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