There are lots of motorcycle riders in this area. They are not as hip as my riders because they wear leather and helmets with no holes while Matt and Gary have colorful shirts, spandex and holes in their hats. Some of the folks that learn our final destination of Boston seem to think the holes are also in their heads as well. I can assure you that is not true; I believe they are as sane as me.
This country is big and sometimes we can not find a small road. We were forced to get on the interstate today and anticipated a smooth although noisy ride. In short order we found construction that required us to load a rider and bike in the SUV and transport around the blockage and then go back and get the next. This happened two times before we could resume a normal ride. The sky was getting dark and the wind was gusting to 30 mph. Once again we need a better way to transport when needed.
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The end of the day gave us views of the Snake River and the American Flag. I took pictures of this to show how strong the wind was. The storm clouds worried us all the way to the hotel. We crossed the Snake River two times which took us into Idaho and back into Oregon. Tomorrow we say goodbye to a beautiful and friendly state. Idaho, you are on deck.
