Last night’s sunset was stellar w/ red & gray colors. Comfortable sleep temp. Traffic noise wafted up to a dull roar. Sunride came right into my eyes looking out the windshield. Raise my head and ohh at sun break.
Off to finish drive to Ketchum et. al valley. Found laundromat in Bellevue. I just put the clothes in dryer and was hanging line dry “things” in van a guy rode up on a mtn bike. He introduced himself, Sean. He said we met last spring @ Slick Rock after Fruita festival. Brain fade. He invited me on his ride this afternoon. He and buddy, Paul, had a ride in mind.
Finished laundry & drove 4 blocks to Sean’s house. I said something about needing beer so he gave me 3 growlers for the fridge. Headed out. Went up Deer Creek past where I stayed last fall, way up.
Road ride up a ways then onto ST dirt bike trail. Rode in trees for most part, Short sections emerged to South facing slope in full force of sun. Pleasant temp. Hit high point then dropped in. ID woods ST: down a steep creek bed many sections of scree, small block size sharp edged rock. Season high grasses crowned over onto trail. Dirt bikes ride it. I made believe that the trail was smooth and nothing bad was hidden. Worked, but be careful trying it yourself. Great being back in trees. Negative: Broken shade: patches of full sun and patches of dark shade. Eyes can’t correct exposure in time. Keep weight back and head up, let controlled speed overcome anything less than suspension can handle. Finished down on logging road. Passed CXT outhouse made in Spokane. Figures, closer to home than Hillsboro.
Back @ TH we slaked our thirst on a growler a piece. I was buzzed by dry bottom. Talked all kinds of stuff that made sense back in real time. Under the Banner of Heaven. Jeffs a prophet in FLDS, is being extradited to Texas after UT court threw out his conviction. Texas has some more serious shit coming down for him.
Several nights ago I finished, To Kill a Mockingbird. Upon rereading I really noticed the racial way of life back in 1935. Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Huckleberry Finn, Ken Burn’s Civil War movie, and having been in the south sensitized me what Harper Lee wrote.
Finally drove back into town to grocery store. No shower. Bought store fixed stuff and parked on gravel pad in Albertson’s anchor store shopping center. Staying in town.
Campsites out Deer Creek road where I stayed last fall were all empty this time. Sean said because they are all higher up into mtns.
Tomorrow is Power House for ride data. Per Sen & Paul say so.