Now That's What I Call Music

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Sorry for the delay......too much swimming and rehydrating yesterday.  So, lots of tunes to bring you up to date:

Ebony and Ivory/Me and My Shadow (double A side)


For dinner in Richland we went to the local bar where we met Gregory who, several people insisted, was my 'negative'.  I don't see it myself.  Gregory and his partner were pretty steaming when we arrived and drank with determination throughout the evening while they gave us their life stories and generally talked horeshit.  It was entertaining for the first half hour but became a  bit of an irritation by the end.  The  best laugh of the night came when Mrs Gregory told us, while chugging back her nth Budweiser, that she worked as a drug and alcohol counsellor!

Into The Valley




Yesterday we rode through the river valleys that lead into and out of Oxbow Lake, sight of a large hydro dam.  It was a scorching day with two tough climbs and everyone was glad to roll into Cambridge and fall into the pool.

Happy Hour



On our way to Cambridge we crossed our first state line, into Idaho.  It is also a time zone line so we put our clocks forward 1 hour to adopt Moutntain Time.

Give Me Just A Little More Time

As 'leaders', John and I host breakfast out of our room each morninh.  Each night we agree a start time (usually an hour earlier than we want to get up) but the following morning the first knock on the door comes at least 10 minutes earlier than the agreed time.  To disencourge this behaviour I have taken to delaying my morning 'movement' until everyone is in the room then leaving the bathroom door wide open.  That should teach them!

Burn Baby Burn




Today we have ridden from Cambridge to Riggins.....our longest day yet at 82 miles.   There are wildfires throughout the area and we have seen (and smelt) smoke and seen lots of fire crews dashing about.  At one point were were told that Riggins was 'burning' but fortunately  this turns out to be a considerable exaggeration.  Our motel room has views of the Little Salmon River, a local white water rafting hotspot.

Tomorrow we head to Grangeville and the promise of a rest day!  Just the little matter of a 13 mile climb in the way. Bugger.

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