Our day was filled with sunny skies, long-winded old people, bike malfunctions, and racing the storm to find a campground and set up camp!

We started the day around the hours of 6:45 when we both realized we were both awake and waiting for the other sleepy-head to wake up.  We planned our route for the day before leaving our sleeping bags then Greg started packing up camp as the old guy showered up (YES, there were showers at this place… not like the forest we are in as I write this).  Then we got caught up talking to a chataroo (a new word meaning a kangaroo that won’t shut up OR a camp neighbor that has his mouth constantly going up and down with nonsense coming out), and Greg realized it was time to let this old man go when he saw his father’s eyes begin to fade.  It took a few minutes but we finally started our engines and drove off when he was mid-sentence (okay, not really).

After enjoying the morning coolness we stopped in the city of Vale, OR for a quick fill-up and snack.  We found a public park and watched people play soccer and young lovers talk about love-drama in English and Spanish (when they thought we couldn’t understand… HAH!)  We even saw a jet make an amazing landing perfectly between these fence posts:

Perfect Landing

Perfect Landing

We passed into Idaho through Ontario and Boise, then took the scenic route into Idaho National Forest.  We wish we could describe to you the feeling you get when you are riding down the highway, completely exposed to our surroundings, and witnessing the vastness and beauty of our country.  At the end of our trip we’ll have pictures to share to hopefully capture an inkling of this, but until then, you’ll just have to believe us that it is awesome!  (Get a bike and do it yourself!)  Usually after Greg stops and takes a picture of a random such-and-such, this is usually what Jerry’s viewpoint looks like:

Greg in the side mirror

Greg in the side mirror

After being an Idaho an hour we had a few issues.  First, we noticed the continued tearing of our tarp/bag that is containing everything on the top of our trailer.  Second, Greg’s speedometer is reading zero… so either his eternal dream is to continue riding his bike (and going nowhere) into eternity and he is in fact dead… or, his speedometer reader device-thingy is broken.  We are hoping it is the former.

As we continued past Fairfield, ID we looked to our left, we looked to our right.  Stormy clouds, and rain rain rain.  We drove for another 25 miles and found a turnoff for open camping.  No rates, no attendants… just dirt and trees.  Perfect!  (If we average the first night at the RV Park and the free night here, it’s one heck of a deal!)

We hurriedly set up camp and hear lightning in the distance, but we still had time to take this picture:

Finally some really camping

Finally some really camping

Noticing that the storm was still not upon us, we made the most perfect dinner.  Cold chili from the can, wheat thins from the box, and iced Coca-Cola with a secret ingredient (pictured below), and we also had our favorite activities:

You''re jealous of our dinner right?

You''re jealous of our dinner right?

Lo’ and behold, the storm passed without a drop on our heads.  We felt good and decided that we should get some exercise.  We looked on yonder and saw the sun about to set above a rounded mountain top.  Ya… that would be a great idea, let’s hike to the top of that hill and watch the sunset go down…  Ya… it sure was a great idea.

(HOW MANY calories did we burn thinking about it?  Oh well, let’s have another drink and go to bed)