Idaho had a wonderful feeling each day I had awaken. I visited my Great uncle Norman Spang who had not been around much as I was growing up. The couple of days of hanging around and restocking, rerouting and stuffing my face my body had recovered. I learned more and about Norman who has been a Nuclear Engineer and became a sergeant during the Korean war, cold war and desert storm. It was a really joy to see similar characteristics that our families share on the genetic side. Toward the end of my stay I was hesitant to leave as my family had taken such good care of me i wanted to move right in.
I hit the road hard and cleared most of the day but punched myself on the head as I forgot my camera charger and conserved what I could of my dead Battery. Thankfully the phone had decent shots but slowly dying battery as well. I had about 50 to 60 miles and thought I would roll right into Arco, ID. To my surprise the winds built up to about 25 mph winds and I could barely step on the pedal before retreating to the ground. My last hard push lasted about two hours and when I arrived I felt defeated and underestimated the power of the desert.
I hit up a gentleman on Warmshowers.org and enjoyed my new friend Scars presences very much. He was a joy after a tough day on the road, the town looked like a breaking bad episode but slowly adapted to my surrounded as I had no choice but to camp out. He suggested I sleep in his suburban because of how cold it gets and high winds would keep me up. But I said No! No! No! I shall camp out. It was a glorious evening as my body called for recovery and many sandwiches that my cousin Carmen had provided for my trip.
As I rolled through town i noticed a couple odd sites and rather uneventful people. Gas stations and greasy spoon restaurants were everywhere. I continued early and yet again I dealt with the same day but I pushed to Carey, ID before I finally gave up on the wind. I almost had a nervous breakdown as the wind conquered this trip to Twin Falls and I laid in defeat and passer-by offered a ride and I hesitated to take it. But he warned me that it would be worse til Monday. I gladly jumped in and I made it to a couchsurfers house.
Through the years as a couchsurfer my experiences always seem to get better. It was good to see a younger grow of people and college kids. Their cats had been gracious hosts as I became overwhelmed with their cuteness. Jackie and Dan were wonderful and made me feel right at home and even offered me her sisters wonderful cookies. The dinner they made too hit the spot and what I loved the most was sharing stories of my travels. We polished the night off with drinks(Mountain Dew for me) at the local Irish pub and I stepped foot into their world of Twin Falls. As we walked home, somehow we got on the subject of breaking bad and quickly our spirits were on full blast as we shared our opinions of this wonderful TV show.
The next day as I left it was hard for me to want to push on as my body begged for more rest. SO I thought to take another day off and sight see. As I move through this tour I forget to sit back and really enjoy where I’m at. It would defeat the purpose of traveling. Each place is like a different hand shake and even a week into my trip it blows me away how far I have made it.
I never really experienced loneliness like I have on this trip. It does not have a feeling of sadness but a feeling of abundance. So far people are willing to help out or even commend me on what I am doing. I always start with saying that I know how crazy I am but the amount of crazy people out there, this becomes more normal to me. My fears lay down the road. When I speak of loneliness I know that the next few hundred miles will be a real testament to my inner being. But it has gotten me this far and facing those fears will extend my heart the size of my heart.