In Nigeria, a new law recently went into effect, requiring motorcycle riders to wear a helmet.
Motorcycle riders are very upset. (Helmets there cost "up to $29," and they tend to get stolen.) Riders are protesting by wearing pumpkin-shell helmets.
(Passengers on the Nigerian motorcycle taxis don't like the pumpkin helmets... they believe they contain "mojo" that makes it easier for the driver to rob them. Evidently robbery is an ongoing part of life in Nigeria, huh?)
On the one hand... it's a very "green" product. Algore would much rather see garden-grown helmets than those nasty hydrocarbon factory-made ones.
But on the other hand... would it have to be approved by both the Department of Transportation and the Department of Agriculture?
Other random thoughts:
- Would you dare wear a "squash" instead of a pumpkin, to protect your pumpkin? (I'd hate to find out why they call it "squash"!)
- You could grow a shiny new helmet every year!
Story with more details HERE.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Saturday, December 6, 2008
"4 Corners" Loop Ride
In early September 2008, I headed south out of Boise, for a 10-day tour of the "Four Corners" states - Utah, Colorado, New Mexico, and Arizona.
[NOTE: Click on the map, or any photo for larger viewing options. Also - a "slide show" of my favorite photos can be viewed by clicking HERE.]
As I'm sure you're already aware, there's only one place where there's a meeting of four state boundaries in one place. I went to that actual monument/location back in 2003, but this time I did a big loop around it.
Highlights: Grand Mesa (above Grand Junction, CO), several 11,000 foot passes (also in Colorado), Taos area, Navajo Nation, Canyon de Chelly, Flagstaff, Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Moki Dugway, Natural Bridges, Capitol Reef.
One of my constant objectives is to avoid travel on the Superslab. It's essentially impossible to travel off the Interstate from Boise to Provo, but other than that, I probably only had maybe 50 miles of Interstate travel, on the entire 3200-mile trip.
Another constant hope/desire is to not have inclement weather. And I got REAL lucky on this trip. I experienced one day (the "Grand Canyon Day") when the sky was overcast. And I put on my rain gear - twice. But I literally spent more time putting the gear on, than getting rained on. Sweeeeeet!
I stayed with friends 2 nights, in motels 2 nights, and camped 4 nights. Other than the price of gas - which was still hovering around $4/gallon in most places - the trip was a bargain.
Just off the road near Moab:
Colorado High Country:
Crazy New Mexico Geology:
Canyon de Chelly, Arizona:
Sunset Crater, near Flagstaff:
Grand Canyon:
Monument Valley:
Moki Dugway:
Natural Bridges:
Glen Canyon:
Capitol Reef:
[NOTE: Click on the map, or any photo for larger viewing options. Also - a "slide show" of my favorite photos can be viewed by clicking HERE.]
As I'm sure you're already aware, there's only one place where there's a meeting of four state boundaries in one place. I went to that actual monument/location back in 2003, but this time I did a big loop around it.
Highlights: Grand Mesa (above Grand Junction, CO), several 11,000 foot passes (also in Colorado), Taos area, Navajo Nation, Canyon de Chelly, Flagstaff, Grand Canyon, Monument Valley, Moki Dugway, Natural Bridges, Capitol Reef.
One of my constant objectives is to avoid travel on the Superslab. It's essentially impossible to travel off the Interstate from Boise to Provo, but other than that, I probably only had maybe 50 miles of Interstate travel, on the entire 3200-mile trip.
Another constant hope/desire is to not have inclement weather. And I got REAL lucky on this trip. I experienced one day (the "Grand Canyon Day") when the sky was overcast. And I put on my rain gear - twice. But I literally spent more time putting the gear on, than getting rained on. Sweeeeeet!
I stayed with friends 2 nights, in motels 2 nights, and camped 4 nights. Other than the price of gas - which was still hovering around $4/gallon in most places - the trip was a bargain.
Just off the road near Moab:
Colorado High Country:
Crazy New Mexico Geology:
Canyon de Chelly, Arizona:
Sunset Crater, near Flagstaff:
Grand Canyon:
Monument Valley:
Moki Dugway:
Natural Bridges:
Glen Canyon:
Capitol Reef:
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Cowboy Country Tour - ID/WY/MT
For centuries, this country was home to huge buffalo herds, stretching as far as the eye could see. And Indians, who lived off the abundance of the land. Lewis and Clark were the first white explorers to this neck of the woods, at the beginning of the 19th Century. They were followed by mountain men - explorers, trappers, prospectors. Later followed by pioneers, seeking their piece of ground and the American Dream. And cowboys.
100 years after Lewis and Clark, western artist Charles M. Russell settled in Great Falls, Montana. From there, he ventured out to portray the American West - the world of cowboys - in his artwork. His home and studio - and a big museum full of his work - still stand in Great Falls, and was perhaps the centerpiece of this particular adventure. (I ventured to the area over 8 days in the summer of 2004.)
Other highlights included:
- Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks,
- A loop side-trip to enjoy the Wind River Mountains, Atlantic City (Wyoming, not New Jersey!), and retracing some of my pioneer forefathers' footsteps along the Mormon/Oregon Trail (South Pass is where they crossed the Continental Divide... in the center of a high mountain prairie),
- Big Sky Country of western Montana,
- A side trip to Cardston, Alberta,
- Glacier National Park (including the lesser-known "Many Glacier Road"),
- Flathead Lake
- Highway 12 in north Idaho - Motorcycle Nirvana, home to the legendary sign: "Winding Road Next 77 miles."
Click on the photos, and the map, for larger views.
More info:
- More photos, and/or a slide show - click HERE.
- Google Earth detailed route and points of interest - click HERE. (Note - you need to have Google Earth installed on your computer, for it to be useful).
100 years after Lewis and Clark, western artist Charles M. Russell settled in Great Falls, Montana. From there, he ventured out to portray the American West - the world of cowboys - in his artwork. His home and studio - and a big museum full of his work - still stand in Great Falls, and was perhaps the centerpiece of this particular adventure. (I ventured to the area over 8 days in the summer of 2004.)
Other highlights included:
- Grand Teton and Yellowstone National Parks,
- A loop side-trip to enjoy the Wind River Mountains, Atlantic City (Wyoming, not New Jersey!), and retracing some of my pioneer forefathers' footsteps along the Mormon/Oregon Trail (South Pass is where they crossed the Continental Divide... in the center of a high mountain prairie),
- Big Sky Country of western Montana,
- A side trip to Cardston, Alberta,
- Glacier National Park (including the lesser-known "Many Glacier Road"),
- Flathead Lake
- Highway 12 in north Idaho - Motorcycle Nirvana, home to the legendary sign: "Winding Road Next 77 miles."
Click on the photos, and the map, for larger views.
More info:
- More photos, and/or a slide show - click HERE.
- Google Earth detailed route and points of interest - click HERE. (Note - you need to have Google Earth installed on your computer, for it to be useful).
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Remembering Evel
Legendary motorcycle daredevil Evel Knievel passed away last week, in his hometown of Butte, Montana.
My path crossed with Evel's on several occasions.
Far as I know, Evel's first visit to Boise was in the late 60s. T
he purpose of the trip was to promote himself (his lifelong mission), and to jump over some cars at Meridian Speedway.
(I'm not sure whether that visit was before or after his ill-fated attempt to jump the fountains at Caesar's Palace in Vegas. That stunt took place in December '67, and is arguably what made Evel a celebrity (once he awoke from a crash-induced coma).)
I was a motorcycle-loving teenager, and eagerly made plans to go see him at the Speedway. I also remember, it was early-on in his notion of jumping over a canyon.
He originally had wanted to jump over the Grand Canyon - a goal worthy of his greatness. But the National Park Service immediately said, "No Way, No How!" So his vision diminished, and he set his sights on the Twin Falls Canyon. (At the time, Idaho's bureaucrats wouldn't get in the way of progress...)
He had brought the original "Sky Cycle," and parked it in front of the old Dodge dealership, down at 16th and Main, on a trailer. If memory serves, it was a 650 Triumph. (Although it may have been a Harley - those two brands were his favorites. But always painted red, white, and blue.) It was no ordinary motorcycle - it had small rocket engines mounted on either side, behind and underneath the pilot's seat. The rockets were silver, about the size of coffee cans, with the front end rounded off, cooling fins (?) wrapped around the main body, and a rocket nozzle emerging out the back. I believe they were designed to run on hydrogen peroxide, but I don't remember the details. I do remember that I thought it was awesomely cool to be standing so close to it, and touching it. Evel was hanging around in his white leathers, emblazoned with blue stars and red stripes, and eagerly talking to reporters. (His tastes in attire were similar to Elvis'. He was not a wallflower.)
The "gig" at Meridian Speedway went flawlessly.
The guy could handle a motorcycle! Before the jump, he spent 10 or 15 minutes working the crowd into Evel-frenzy, by racing up and down the track, aiming for the ramp and then turning aside at the very last minute. He could wheelie like nobody's business... standing on the back of the seat! He wheelied all the way around the (1/4-mile, I believe) oval track, and coulda kept going!
Finally he jumped. Over a bunch of cars, lined up side-by-side. I can't remember the number, but enough to be pretty dang impressive! He left town without any more broken bones than he had when he arrived. No small feat.
He came back a couple years later, and jumped over a bunch of cars (more than the previous time), out at Firebird Raceway. I was there for that one, too. But by then he was more of a celebrity than before, and my only exposure to the guy was watching his jump.
In the summer of 1972, there was an "Evel Woodstock" in Twin Falls.
That was a year before the actual "jump" attempt on the canyon, but he was already promoting the event.
I went with a couple of motocross-racing buddies and we spent a long weekend camping down there. Besides Evil's posturing (the main event), there was a series of motocross races at the jump site. My friends raced in the amateur classes; the pro races attracted world-renowned pro racers, mostly Europeans, who were our heroes.
By '72, ol' Evel was already pretty busted up. He still wore his trademark star-spangled white leathers. But his walk looked painful, and with the aid of a jewel-encrusted cane. He didn't let his crippled state hold him back, though... he was all over the place, and was quite approachable - as long as you approached him with the deserved reverence. After all, he was Evel Knievel! I don't remember talking to him, but I remember standing five feet away from him, and listening to him talk.
Late on the night we got there, three guys pulled in to the campground. They were from Arkansas or Oklahoma, and told us they had been driving for two days to get there. Sadly, they were also under the impression that Evel was going to do the jump. They were sorely disappointed when we clarified - that Evel was onsite, but no jump was planned for a year.
The main event was rather anticlimactic. The Evel faithful gathered 'round and listened to him promote himself and his jump plan. Then he got into his "Sky Cycle" - which by then had evolved into a rocket-ship and no longer bore even a vague resemblance to a motorcycle - and fired it up. It was on the ramp, aimed in the proper direction. But it was tethered by a shiny steel cable. I was standing next to the cable, and it vibrated crazily as the "Sky Cycle" jumped about, desperately wanting to blast into the void. (I later jokingly told my buddies it's a shame we didn't have cable cutters - we could've sent him early!)
Of course, the next year he went. He never got to his destination. He blamed it on equipment failure (premature parachute ejection). But the event brought together one of the biggest crowds in Idaho history, was broadcast live on "Wide World of Sports" (is that a sport?), and put Twin Falls on the map. (I wasn't able to attend; in '73 I was serving my mission in Uruguay - but I heard about it even down there. The fact that I was from Idaho made me an authority.)
Now he's gone. I s'pose it's a miracle he lived to 69 years. Who woulda thunk? (He looked a lot older than that, toward the end. And he even promoted a line of powered wheelchairs.)
So, was Evel a modern-day gladiator, or a side-show freak? Depends on who you ask. In either case, he was a unique individual, and I can unhesitatingly say he enriched my life, in a small and strange way.
My path crossed with Evel's on several occasions.
Far as I know, Evel's first visit to Boise was in the late 60s. T
he purpose of the trip was to promote himself (his lifelong mission), and to jump over some cars at Meridian Speedway.(I'm not sure whether that visit was before or after his ill-fated attempt to jump the fountains at Caesar's Palace in Vegas. That stunt took place in December '67, and is arguably what made Evel a celebrity (once he awoke from a crash-induced coma).)
I was a motorcycle-loving teenager, and eagerly made plans to go see him at the Speedway. I also remember, it was early-on in his notion of jumping over a canyon.
He originally had wanted to jump over the Grand Canyon - a goal worthy of his greatness. But the National Park Service immediately said, "No Way, No How!" So his vision diminished, and he set his sights on the Twin Falls Canyon. (At the time, Idaho's bureaucrats wouldn't get in the way of progress...)
He had brought the original "Sky Cycle," and parked it in front of the old Dodge dealership, down at 16th and Main, on a trailer. If memory serves, it was a 650 Triumph. (Although it may have been a Harley - those two brands were his favorites. But always painted red, white, and blue.) It was no ordinary motorcycle - it had small rocket engines mounted on either side, behind and underneath the pilot's seat. The rockets were silver, about the size of coffee cans, with the front end rounded off, cooling fins (?) wrapped around the main body, and a rocket nozzle emerging out the back. I believe they were designed to run on hydrogen peroxide, but I don't remember the details. I do remember that I thought it was awesomely cool to be standing so close to it, and touching it. Evel was hanging around in his white leathers, emblazoned with blue stars and red stripes, and eagerly talking to reporters. (His tastes in attire were similar to Elvis'. He was not a wallflower.)
The "gig" at Meridian Speedway went flawlessly.
The guy could handle a motorcycle! Before the jump, he spent 10 or 15 minutes working the crowd into Evel-frenzy, by racing up and down the track, aiming for the ramp and then turning aside at the very last minute. He could wheelie like nobody's business... standing on the back of the seat! He wheelied all the way around the (1/4-mile, I believe) oval track, and coulda kept going!
Finally he jumped. Over a bunch of cars, lined up side-by-side. I can't remember the number, but enough to be pretty dang impressive! He left town without any more broken bones than he had when he arrived. No small feat.
He came back a couple years later, and jumped over a bunch of cars (more than the previous time), out at Firebird Raceway. I was there for that one, too. But by then he was more of a celebrity than before, and my only exposure to the guy was watching his jump.
In the summer of 1972, there was an "Evel Woodstock" in Twin Falls.
That was a year before the actual "jump" attempt on the canyon, but he was already promoting the event.
I went with a couple of motocross-racing buddies and we spent a long weekend camping down there. Besides Evil's posturing (the main event), there was a series of motocross races at the jump site. My friends raced in the amateur classes; the pro races attracted world-renowned pro racers, mostly Europeans, who were our heroes.
By '72, ol' Evel was already pretty busted up. He still wore his trademark star-spangled white leathers. But his walk looked painful, and with the aid of a jewel-encrusted cane. He didn't let his crippled state hold him back, though... he was all over the place, and was quite approachable - as long as you approached him with the deserved reverence. After all, he was Evel Knievel! I don't remember talking to him, but I remember standing five feet away from him, and listening to him talk.
Late on the night we got there, three guys pulled in to the campground. They were from Arkansas or Oklahoma, and told us they had been driving for two days to get there. Sadly, they were also under the impression that Evel was going to do the jump. They were sorely disappointed when we clarified - that Evel was onsite, but no jump was planned for a year.
The main event was rather anticlimactic. The Evel faithful gathered 'round and listened to him promote himself and his jump plan. Then he got into his "Sky Cycle" - which by then had evolved into a rocket-ship and no longer bore even a vague resemblance to a motorcycle - and fired it up. It was on the ramp, aimed in the proper direction. But it was tethered by a shiny steel cable. I was standing next to the cable, and it vibrated crazily as the "Sky Cycle" jumped about, desperately wanting to blast into the void. (I later jokingly told my buddies it's a shame we didn't have cable cutters - we could've sent him early!)
Of course, the next year he went. He never got to his destination. He blamed it on equipment failure (premature parachute ejection). But the event brought together one of the biggest crowds in Idaho history, was broadcast live on "Wide World of Sports" (is that a sport?), and put Twin Falls on the map. (I wasn't able to attend; in '73 I was serving my mission in Uruguay - but I heard about it even down there. The fact that I was from Idaho made me an authority.)
Now he's gone. I s'pose it's a miracle he lived to 69 years. Who woulda thunk? (He looked a lot older than that, toward the end. And he even promoted a line of powered wheelchairs.)
So, was Evel a modern-day gladiator, or a side-show freak? Depends on who you ask. In either case, he was a unique individual, and I can unhesitatingly say he enriched my life, in a small and strange way.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Great Northwest Tour '07 Recap
Well, another excellent adventure is in the books.
I left Boise on 7/28, and before I returned on 8/7, I accumulated 3000+ miles, mostly in Washington and British Columbia.
The first thing I usually get asked: "Did you get rained on?"
Yep - for maybe an hour, on Day 2, in Mount Rainier National Park. (Sadly, the great mountain was obscured by clouds.) That was the only time I put on my rain gear... it sprinkled a couple other times, but not even enough to make the ground wet.
Day 2 was also the day I had a fairly significant setback... when I had a U-turn mishap and set my motorsickle down on my left leg... with my foot facing backwards. (Ouch! I hate when that happens!) That took place in the shadow of Mount Rainier, and some kindly Good Samaritans helped me get out from under my ponderous beast. (Thank goodness they came along or the bears and coyotes would've had me!)
Fortunately - amazingly - I didn't sustain any major damage, although I had a nasty ankle sprain and my foot was purple and painful for a couple days. And my motorsickle sustained ZERO damage - my foot and leg provided cushioning. (Ha!) I'm glad I decided to ride on and complete the trip.
The scenery was dominated by beautiful water - oceans, lakes, rivers, creeks - lush foliage, and snow-capped mountain peaks.
Highlights:
- Riding on the beach near Hoquiam.
- Hoh Rain Forest, in Olympic National Park. (I've never seen so much "moose moss"! Since the sun was shining through the trees, it didn't seem too rain-forest-like.)
- Hurricane Ridge, also in Olympic NP (just out of Port Angeles).
- Vancouver Island. I rode to Strathcona Provincial Park / Gold River one day, and Tofino the next. Awesome!
- Highway 99, from Vancouver to Lillooet. The road is narrow and twisty in places; the scenery just keeps getting better.
I carried my passport with me (which I usually don't), and left my gun at home. Crossing the border in both directions was problem-free.
Click on any of the photos to see bigger views; click HERE for more photos and/or a slide show.
I left Boise on 7/28, and before I returned on 8/7, I accumulated 3000+ miles, mostly in Washington and British Columbia.
The first thing I usually get asked: "Did you get rained on?"
Yep - for maybe an hour, on Day 2, in Mount Rainier National Park. (Sadly, the great mountain was obscured by clouds.) That was the only time I put on my rain gear... it sprinkled a couple other times, but not even enough to make the ground wet.
Day 2 was also the day I had a fairly significant setback... when I had a U-turn mishap and set my motorsickle down on my left leg... with my foot facing backwards. (Ouch! I hate when that happens!) That took place in the shadow of Mount Rainier, and some kindly Good Samaritans helped me get out from under my ponderous beast. (Thank goodness they came along or the bears and coyotes would've had me!)
Fortunately - amazingly - I didn't sustain any major damage, although I had a nasty ankle sprain and my foot was purple and painful for a couple days. And my motorsickle sustained ZERO damage - my foot and leg provided cushioning. (Ha!) I'm glad I decided to ride on and complete the trip.
The scenery was dominated by beautiful water - oceans, lakes, rivers, creeks - lush foliage, and snow-capped mountain peaks.
Highlights:
- Riding on the beach near Hoquiam.
- Hoh Rain Forest, in Olympic National Park. (I've never seen so much "moose moss"! Since the sun was shining through the trees, it didn't seem too rain-forest-like.)
- Hurricane Ridge, also in Olympic NP (just out of Port Angeles).
- Vancouver Island. I rode to Strathcona Provincial Park / Gold River one day, and Tofino the next. Awesome!
- Highway 99, from Vancouver to Lillooet. The road is narrow and twisty in places; the scenery just keeps getting better.
I carried my passport with me (which I usually don't), and left my gun at home. Crossing the border in both directions was problem-free.
Click on any of the photos to see bigger views; click HERE for more photos and/or a slide show.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Don't let this happen to you!
If Darwin was right, this may be an example of the Law of Natural Selection.
As reported in the Idaho Statesman:
A 22-year-old Meridian motorcyclist died from blunt force trauma after he collided with a car Thursday night on Star Road near Chinden Boulevard. Cody K. Anderson was pronounced dead at the scene of the accident, according to Ada County Coroner report issued this morning.
Witnesses told Ada County Sheriff's deputies that Anderson was driving the motorcycle at speeds up to 100 mph southbound on Star Road just after 7:30 p.m. Thursday when he appeared to lose control and drive into a Subaru passenger car.
A woman driving the Subaru was either in a turn lane or about to make a U-turn, when the crash occurred, sheriff’s officials said.
Anderson was not wearing a helmet at the time of the accident, according to reports.
The accident is still under investigation, according to sheriff's reports.
What's to investigate? The woman in the other car may be partly responsible, but if you're going 100mph (on a road that's 50mph, tops), you're gunnin' for trouble. I s'pose Cody died doing what he loved, huh? (I'd rather live doing what I love. And what I love isn't hanging out there on the jagged edge.)
As reported in the Idaho Statesman:
A 22-year-old Meridian motorcyclist died from blunt force trauma after he collided with a car Thursday night on Star Road near Chinden Boulevard. Cody K. Anderson was pronounced dead at the scene of the accident, according to Ada County Coroner report issued this morning.
Witnesses told Ada County Sheriff's deputies that Anderson was driving the motorcycle at speeds up to 100 mph southbound on Star Road just after 7:30 p.m. Thursday when he appeared to lose control and drive into a Subaru passenger car.
A woman driving the Subaru was either in a turn lane or about to make a U-turn, when the crash occurred, sheriff’s officials said.
Anderson was not wearing a helmet at the time of the accident, according to reports.
The accident is still under investigation, according to sheriff's reports.
What's to investigate? The woman in the other car may be partly responsible, but if you're going 100mph (on a road that's 50mph, tops), you're gunnin' for trouble. I s'pose Cody died doing what he loved, huh? (I'd rather live doing what I love. And what I love isn't hanging out there on the jagged edge.)
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Great Northwest Tour 2007
This is the plan for my big annual trip, for the year 2007... leaving around the end of July.
(Click on the map if you'd like a larger view.)
Day 1 – Boise to Yakima, approx. 350 miles, stay with my friend Ben and his family.
Day 2 – Yakima, Chinook Pass, Mount Rainier flyby, Olympia, Hoquiam, approx. 215 miles, camp in Hoquiam.
Day 3 – Hoquiam, Lake Quinault, Washington Coastline, Hoh Rain Forest, Forks
Side trip to Neah Bay (what looks like the far northwest corner of the continental U.S.), approx. 240 miles, motel in Forks
Day 4 – Forks to Port Angeles, ferry across to Victoria (Vancouver Island), sightseeing in Victoria, north to Nanaimo, approx. 150 miles, camp in Nanaimo (3 nights)
Day 5 – Vancouver Island
Day 6 – Vancouver Island - Out and back - Nanaimo to Tofino (west coast of Island), approx. 107 miles each way, total 214 miles
Day 7 – ferry to Vancouver; sightseeing in Vancouver, north up 99 thru Whistler to Lilloeet, approx. 145 miles, motel
Day 8 – Lillooet to Penticton, approx. 255 miles, camp
Day 9 – Penticton to Rock Creek to Creston, approx. 330 miles, motel(?)
Day 10 – Creston to Metaline to Spokane to Lewiston, approx. 275 miles, camp
Day 11 – Lewiston to Boise (via Council), approx. 300 miles, sleep in my bed
(Click on the map if you'd like a larger view.)
Day 1 – Boise to Yakima, approx. 350 miles, stay with my friend Ben and his family.
Day 2 – Yakima, Chinook Pass, Mount Rainier flyby, Olympia, Hoquiam, approx. 215 miles, camp in Hoquiam.
Day 3 – Hoquiam, Lake Quinault, Washington Coastline, Hoh Rain Forest, Forks
Side trip to Neah Bay (what looks like the far northwest corner of the continental U.S.), approx. 240 miles, motel in Forks
Day 4 – Forks to Port Angeles, ferry across to Victoria (Vancouver Island), sightseeing in Victoria, north to Nanaimo, approx. 150 miles, camp in Nanaimo (3 nights)
Day 5 – Vancouver Island
Day 6 – Vancouver Island - Out and back - Nanaimo to Tofino (west coast of Island), approx. 107 miles each way, total 214 miles
Day 7 – ferry to Vancouver; sightseeing in Vancouver, north up 99 thru Whistler to Lilloeet, approx. 145 miles, motel
Day 8 – Lillooet to Penticton, approx. 255 miles, camp
Day 9 – Penticton to Rock Creek to Creston, approx. 330 miles, motel(?)
Day 10 – Creston to Metaline to Spokane to Lewiston, approx. 275 miles, camp
Day 11 – Lewiston to Boise (via Council), approx. 300 miles, sleep in my bed
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