Hank – The scene: Hank, the ever-faithful and loving husband, is taking on a headwind that threatens to flay the skin off his face to help Kathy ride a little easier. (Okay, it wasn’t flaying my skin but I’m setting a scene here.) Kathy is benefiting from his efforts and drafting from behind.
Hank: (slog, slog, slog, slog)
Kathy: “You can go faster if you want.”
Hank: “Easier said than done.”
Kathy: “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were going slow because of me.”
During breakfast this morning I caught a snippet of a conversation going on behind me. One man said he could remember whatever subject they were talking about. The other said he couldn’t but that his companion was older.
“I was born in ’24,” said the elder of the two.
“I was born in ’37,” said the other.
“Well, you’re just a snot-nosed kid.”
“I know. I love it.”
Then they went on to talk about their respective WWII and Vietnam war experiences. Two veterans, a 94 year old and an 81 year old, recounting their days during breakfast in a cafe in Shoshone.
We stopped in Richfield to rest and enjoy a cold drink at the Little Wood Saloon and met Margy. She moved here from Valley Ford, CA to be near her daughters and grandchildren after her husband passed away. She told us that camping is permitted at the fairgrounds in Carey. When we arrived in town a few other locals confirmed that and one said we’d better check because it might be full by now. Not only is it not full but we have the place to ourselves. Nice.
Kathy – Okay, so I didn’t realize he was going slow because he needed to. I thought he was thinking of me, as he usually does. Hank is a great guy to help me along as I continue to get stronger. Today during our 43 miles we only had a little over 800 feet of elevation which was mainly rolling hills. It took us awhile to ride today due to the strong headwinds. The temps were in the 80’s again today, so it was a bit warm. Even though I am not a fan of the headwinds I kept a positive attitude and all was well in the end. We had dinner and settled into our sweet campsite for the night – Carey, Idaho Fairgrounds. We have the place to ourselves. Covered patio, park benches, bathrooms, water, outlets for charging electronics, and beautiful scenery about us. Life is good.