A blistering pace--all the way to New Meadows

Mark decided to drop out of the trip at the last minute...instead, I will be traveling with some complete stranger with a shaved head.

Will the wonders of cosmetic surgery never cease? A little nip here, a little tuck there, and I look 40 years younger

The odd man with the shaved head and I left Boise at noon on July 3rd. We rode through Emmett, Idaho and up to Council, stopping along the way to adjust the autocom so we can hear each other clearly. This comes in handy when one person, who will remain unnamed, drops his wallet in the middle on Highway 95 and the other person finds it and needs to communicate this rather vital information.

We had every intention of making it to Elk City, but instead, cold beers and fishing got in the way of forward progress...

Odometer: 152