Yesterday, I had intended to leave Salt Lake City at 9am, but, per usual, took my time taking off and left just before 10am. Leaving the valley was as beautiful as it was coming in. I had never realized how large the whole of Salt Lake City was until I had gone sixty miles north on interstate 15 and still wasn’t out of it. The sun was trying to come through, but I had checked the forecast several times in the morning and knew it wouldn’t last for me the further north I went.
For the most part, I didn’t get in trouble with weather as I thought I would. I had some sprinkles of rain, but not enough to chill me. The most intense weather we the high gusts of wind between the Idaho border and Mountain Home, Idaho. Gusts would blow me clear across my lane, even if I was bracing for them. It was raining a bit, but I was more concerned about the tumbleweeds that kept popping out of the ditch and racing across the interstate. Deer are much easier to predict than these things; at least with deer you can somewhat read their scatter brained fight or flight decisions. With tumbleweeds, you can’t read the wind, not in the middle of a flat interstate, anyway. I only hit a very tiny weed, and I was behind a car when it his a decent-sized weed, though it shattered into a million pieces and didn’t bother me; other than that, the ride went without incident.
The way that interstate 84 is set up running through the middle of many mountains and hills, it seems like it funnels win a little too well. I guess Idaho and Oregon have learned to take advantage of this because both states have put up hundreds of wind turbines to generate power in the last ten years or more.
When I took my exit for Idaho City, just before Boise, I got gas and called my grandpa. Where he lives there is very little chance any cell phone provider will have decent service. From interstate 84 I was about 39 miles from his house. Taking Idaho highway 21 North was beautiful, even in the light rain. The roads are well maintained, the curves are wide, and the scenic view was amazing. The first part of the road is even with the water of a river running along side of it. The water is on the lower side of the damn and there is a sufficient barrier between the road and river, so it’s not dangerous, but definitely something to look at. As I got deeper into the mountains, fog and clouds were hanging around, making everything look so majestic. All of it really took my breath away.
I got into Idaho City then followed my grandpa’s instructions to take a dirt road a couple miles to his house; I didn’t follow the instructions very well because I couldn’t find his place and had to ride around in the mud for a while. My new tires are awesome for rain, but a little iffy in the mud and sand. Fortunately, I’ve got the balance thing down – Annie (my bike) and I are on our own wavelength these days, and we had no incidents.
My grandpa lives in an awesome cabin-type home. I’d say it’s the closest thing anyone lives in these days to a real log cabin, but with all the great amenities and luxuries of a modern home. I’ll take a picture of it for the next post.
After settling in, we headed back into town for some dinner. My grandpa’s favorite dinner spot is called Diamond Lil’s. They served a delicious open-faced prime rib with mashed potatoes, corn, and a spicy horseradish that I loved. It was a home-cooked meal without all the clean up. The restaurant, as my grandpa said, is like a museum. All over, different denominations of various currencies are either hanging from the rafters, framed, or taped to the walls. I found a rack of old beer cans, funny old war posters, and historical maps. Holly, the woman running the place, gave us a grand tour and told us that the building was built in the 1800’s and the few brick walls in the place contained brick that was created not far away. Idaho City was birthed during the age of the Gold Rush and at one point had the largest population in the northwest, even bigger than Portland. Of course, that was only 7,000 people in 1864 (thank you Wikipedia), but that was huge back then, and certainly bigger than the current population of 500 or so. I like the town. The old buildings have character and exude history. Grandpa and Holly said that many of the bricks in the building and rocks in the area still have gold in them.
Today, we may go try to hunt some deer or elk because it is the last day of the season. Yesterday I saw a nice doe from the side of the road, but we were occupied with going to dinner. Maybe I’ll bring some luck today. It is pouring buckets outside, which will make it fun to try to stay dry, but it’s supposed to clear up tomorrow and Wednesday.
We will make the best of the day 🙂