To Eureka

It started raining during the night, stopped just long enough to have breakfast and pack up our gear, then it started again and didn't stop all day. I wore plastic bags between my socks and shoes and we both suited up in full rain gear. Nevertheless, it was a cold, wet, miserable day with lots of ups and downs. The only slightly more comfortable times were climbing UP the hills. I looked forward to climbing, the generated heat wonderful. No pedaling on the downhills, just the slowest coasting possible. Never did I think I would ever write the previous two sentences - I have never enjoyed climbing hills/mountains and I do love flying downhill avoiding the brake as much as possible. Lake Koocanusa:
It was 21 miles to the small town of Rexford. Our map said there was a restaurant, we found it! It was warm inside, we ate 1/2-pound hamburgers and "jo jos" - one pound of fried potato wedges. The hot coffee also served to warm our hands. We lingered, waiting for a break in the rain. Finally we had to make a break for it. On to Eureka, a town of just 1000 at the crossroads of SR 37 and Hwy 93. It's cold wet days like this that insist we get a motel.

Today's road treasure: fishing tackle. Dick now needs to find/Macgyver whatever else he needs to begin providing fish for our meals.

Miles completed = 758