Arising to clicks and clatter, rushing back and forth, little kid voice, coffee pot churning and a family producing a new day. The night before had been a joy as I a family who had lived in Ashland , MT. It was great to watch their kids play and dog love and be surrounded by new people. This day would be rejuvenated but with a bit of unsettling feelings as I dreaded ice on the roads. As the family set off on their day I paced around the house waiting for a moment to leave as the sun burst through the clouds I knew I had to enjoy this moment.
As I made my way down the driveway I prayed the roads would not be covered in snow and ice. The roads were so perfect and I began biking around Lake Henry with gusts of wind up to 30 miles per hour. But as I rolled forward the sights were amazing and agreed that I would have clearance to do some damage this day.
This is basically what I saw all day and it felt like an old school video game. I had kept a steady pace and gained some free mileage as I descended the mountain and at time the Tetons would poke through the mountains. As the sunset a buddy saw off the road before Idaho Falls and happened to know my Great uncle Norman Spang at dropped me off.
Idaho seems to have this feeling that brings me back to my childhood. I felt comfortable as soon as I arrived.