Well, we left Montana! Idaho seems nice; the country has gone back to being a bit more farmland and not quite so wild, and Sandpoint definitely seems a bit touristy. I can’t say I like it quite as much, but that’s OK. I’m a mountain-pine-tree-wild-country-rivers-and-lakes kind of guy, I suppose. Today we rode 94 miles. Sometimes when I write that, I forget that to other people that might seem kind of crazy, like the kind of thing they do once in their lives. To us it was just Thursday. My body is holding up OK; I’m tired but I can handle it. I’m really glad today is a day off though, and tomorrow is apparently only 36 miles. Had a good conversation about the meaning of life with Ted last night over a fantastic burger and homemade Idaho potato chips and a beer at this local brewery. I asked the waitress to tell me something about Idaho other than potatoes and all she came up with was kayaking. So, Idaho: It’s potatoes and kayaking.
Oh, and we got to go see the Kootenai falls, which were very nice - but even cooler was the swinging bridge across the river, which must’ve been 100 feet long and was newly rebuilt. Very fun. Makes me want to go explore the jungle.
Oh, and note for the future: the guy who takes the awesome photos is Nick Angelidis. He’s very cool.
