Bonjour from belle Boise!
The sixty-six miles between Vale and Boise were blessedly bereft of ANY significant climbs. After yesterday’s misadventures, my legs sorely needed the day of easier spinning!
I’m hunkered down for the night in an RV park on the banks of the Boise River.
The heat almost has me at a loss for words, so with your permission, I think that I’m going to let my photos from today do the blogging. If a pictures’ worth a thousand words, I’m about to drop a Moby Dick-level portfolio of images on y’all. Enjoy!
Parenthetically, the last time I saw the Snake River I was floating in a raft on top of it with some of my dearest friends. Maybe I can convince a few of those boatmen to become bike-men for the next trip.
The sandwich didn’t blow my mind, but the homemade huckleberry vinaigrette was to-die! My waitress, Miss Alicia, my have been the sweetest woman on the entire planet; however, I’m skeptical of her claim that the prime rib platter with a baked potato constitutes a “nice light lunch.” Only in Idaho.
Stay cool, friends! Tomorrow I head for Mountain Home!