Aloha from Arco, Idaho!
The theme of today’s post is: GRATITUDE.
I am SO grateful the kind citizens of Fairfield, Idaho. The friendly denizens of that little slice of paradise not only tolerated a crazy-looking cyclist camped out in their park yesterday night, but they invited me to a church supper and fed me full-to-bursting with pulled pork, potato salad, and watermelon.
I am SO grateful to the friendly gentleman named Ted (and his grandchildren) who picked me up from the side of the road six miles outside of Fairfield after my last spare tube failed. My tour was perilously close to coming to a premature end of the hadn’t provided me a ride to Hailey, and the only bike shop for 30 miles in either direction.
It was highly strange to traverse the landscape in a truck after 11 straight days of cycling, but the brief detour got me back in the business of relentless pursuing forward progress!
I am incredibly grateful that the merry mechanics at Sturtos of Sun Valley outfitted me with a new tire, tubes, and enough energy gels to bike to THE MOON!
I am astronomically grateful that today, I DID, in fact, bike to the moon.
Craters of the Moon is simply incredible. I can’t imagine what the original settlers crossing the country thought when they encountered a vast, desolate, lava-flow right in the middle of the great southern basin.
I had intended to camp at Craters of the Moon this evening. Upon my arrival, however, I noticed two salient features of the extraterrestrial surroundings: an excess of heat and an equally abundant absence of shade.
I’m grateful that, possessed of a modicum of the good sense that God gave gravel, I made the decision to forge ahead in search of more Komfortable accommodations.
I’m grateful that Angela, the camp hostess, after I told her that I biked from Hailey, insisted that I sleep in the Teepee rather than setting up my tent this evening.
I’m gluttonously grateful that Angela (a total sweetheart) hosts an ice-cream social that benefits the Kids Kare Kamp every day.
Today’s tour reminded me why I love riding my bike and the country I am riding it through. After my THIRD blowout this morning, just outside of Fairfield, I hit an emotional nadir. I felt exhausted, lonely, saddle-sore, and like a totally fraudulent biker who couldn’t keep his tires inflated. Every single human being I interacted with today, however, has been so genuinely kind and encouraging that by the end of the afternoon I found my mojo again and the miles started flying by. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: I am so lucky to have the opportunity to bike across this beautiful country, and interact with the beautiful people who populate the land. I love America for the scenery, but also for all of the Americans who greet a spandex-clad freakazoid on wheels with open minds and open hearts.
GRATITUDE is my attitude! Idaho falls tomorrow.
And one more parting shot.