From Lowell to Lewiston was basically all downhill. We mostly traveled along the rivers. The road we were on was not great though as
it had little shoulder and trucks would speed by at times. All though for the most part it wasn’t too
bad and we made it without incident – although one pickup truck driver who had
plenty of room (no oncoming traffic and two lanes going our way) decided to be
an ass and sit on his horn as he passed us.
I guess there are jerks everywhere.
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| On the way to Kamiah, there were a number of places where there was access to the river for fishing. |
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| The river flowed all along the route. |
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| Reminders that we are on a historic route. |
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| Me and the Bear -- a candid of me putting stuff away. |
The one really big issue was smoke from the wilderness fires
that settled in the valleys in which we were riding. It was as thick as bad fog in San Francisco
and the visibility was bad. In addition,
I could hardly breathe and had to use the asthma medication more than
usual. It really was unfortunate because
the scenery would have been breath-taking had we been able to see it
clearly.
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| Beautiful despite the smoke. |
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| Funny looking dog in Kamiah. He must be hot with all that fur. |
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| Some of the most beautiful scenery we have experienced. |
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| Break for water and a stretch. Rosie poses for the picture. |
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| Believe it or not, it is mid-day. This is the sun through the thick smoke. |
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| All our gear on the bikes and ready to roll. |
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| Even Rosie is ready to roll. |
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