29 July 2012

White Bird to New Meadows ID 60 miles (TransAm 3,578)

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Being behind in the blog but not wanting to miss the Olympics means the time has come to take over the dining room table with one large computer and one small remote control. I can do this because there is no one here to tell me I can’t.

I’m happy to report that there isn’t much to report from Gina’s day pedaling along the Salmon River. Sometimes less is more, particularly when saddled with a week’s worth of words to weave into a tale worthy of telling, a tale, no less, that is about to come to its natural conclusion with a wheel-dip in the Pacific just a few flips of the pages away.