Day 7

Today we rode On the freeway. Yikes! Actually it wasn't that bad. Nice big shoulder and very light traffic. There was a problem with road construction though, so we were actually shuttled 8 miles I left my Garmin on (I'm taking credit for the miles.) It was suposed to also help with the directions but I still managed to get off corse. Once getting onto the highway going back where we came, luckily Nick whistled me back on track. Then missing a turn and winding up down town. Which wasn't so bad because Doug found this really cool old very "That Thing You Do" shop to have a photo op. It works on in the end.

I stopped for a photo op at a sign for the Oregon trail. There was a couple there i asked them to snap it for me. They were locals and shared a little history with me which was cool. About the pioneers and they're hardships, weather and Indians. I'm glad I stopped. We entered Mountain time today which was treated with a sign. I regret not shooting a picture of, right in the middle of a neighborhood.

After the 117 mile ride we were all excited to ride this 80 something. No complaints. Lots of down hill not so much up. Just following the Snake river. I did get bit up though. Must start using OFF.

I can't believe we've been riding for a week. Settling into riding groups. There's Tom, Ted, and Ken who ride a wicked good pace line, they let you join anytime. There's Sarge whom I like to say heads up the international delegation complete with flag. There are a few married couples with the team from Tucson adopting Vivian our high school grad. Roomie is riding with Gordon. He's from California, but with an unidentified accent. Sounds like she's picking up pace tomorrow though. Then there's me, Nick and Doug. The boys are roommates and we kinda ride together. It's more like we end up together. We seem to start out alone but wind up together somewhere in the route. I think it's that we all did some training alone and are comfortable there, but these are long rides, so company is nice too. And they kinda remind me of home. Of Jeff and the SouthWest Bicycle crew. Quiet, but not apposed to conversation. So sometimes we ride together, paceline or cruise in conversation, and sometimes we don't. But they're starting to feel comfortable. Maybe they just have something to teach me.

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