Today's miles, 47 or so, after cruising back and forth in Pomeroy. Camping in the beautiful Garfield County Fairgrounds outside of Pomeroy. Total trip miles, 470 on day 12, 11 riding days. I'm told my odometer is reading slightly higher than others.
I was delighted to see wind turbines now present among the wheat fields I call home. We really didn't travel this road much when I was young, but the town names are familiar, Waitsburg, Dayton, Pomeroy, and the landscape certainly so. I saw a cluster of turbines with blades stacked up in an artsy out of phase dance, so I stopped to take a video. Got to camp and viewed what turned out to be about 5 seconds of putting the camera away. So much for sun on the screen...I never quite know what I'm doing.
Some of us, me included, ran out of energy before we stopped pedaling. My Mom's term for this was "running out of sawdust", named for old fashioned toys stuffed with sawdust...until they spring a leak. Perry and I looked for a library in Pomeroy (closed), then found a cafe with wifi, where we felt obliged to have huckleberry milkshakes.
I joined the elite club that now wears tight white sleeves to protect from sun, dually to reflect the sun to stay cool. My exposed skin has turned darker than I've seen it, and I think avoiding the extra sticky skin from sun cream is a plus. I'll try to post a photo.
Tomorrow on to Clarkston, Lewiston, and a little beyond to camp. We'll then be in Idaho, our third state, and in towns we frequented when young. I hear we'll do a lot of climbing out of camp, the Wichester grade, on Monday in order to avoid a no-shoulder road out the Clearwater River I remember many times as a kid.
~ Carol
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