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A mile at the beginning of the day is not as long as the mile at the end of the day.
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Thursday, July 25, 2002
The Last Biking Day
The Portland city folks arrive late afternoon & rescue the parched, the
thirsty, the foolish and we speed by truck to Enterprise, OR readying
ourselves for a Snake River raft trip scheduled for Friday.
Met a Californian on a recumbent who used to
be 300 lbs.! He worked for a vision insurance
company...imagine that: a 'bent riding eye
doctor meeting a 'bent riding vision insurance
employee. The world is small. We rode about
10 miles along the Snake and back again to the major bridge connecting the Clarkston, WA
community and Lewiston, ID town.
A sunset on the 24th was followed by a large
dense cloud that was kept at bay by the heat
and not a drop of rain survived falling on the
side walks despite the water balloon above that must have stretched for miles east, north
Lewiston is a moody place. Seemingly
depressed and removed from the grandeur
of the Lochsa, the Clearwater, the Lolo
Pass. You would never think that this is a
gateway eastward to the mountains folds.
This is a distinctly Corporate town with
many homogenized, greyed buildings and
people indoors on these hot 109 day.
Thursday was predicted to be 5 degrees
The Snake River contains Lewiston from
ever growing west. The high grades or roads
surround the outskirts like a coliseum wall
keeping the humidity, the factories, the
granaries hemmed in. It is a worker town.
I had a terrific little chicken sandwich and listened to the
local gossip about a fellow who would come into the
'diner' and be too friendly to the waitress.
My dear friends Otto and Martine picked me up at the
Clarkston Library (air conditioned and Internet access).
We streaked down the highway on the Washington &
Oregon sides of the Snake River to Enterprise, OR
arriving tired and exposed to beautiful mountains lit
gracefully. I drove. It was very bizarre for me to be going 65 miles an hour or even 35 mph. It simply didn't allow to me to look at what was around. It was such a contrast and so disorienting to be zooming through new environs without really being able to pay attention. Ah our fast lives. What a Luddite I had become. Finally to sleep in a motel after the jarring contrast of a bike ride snaking between Lewiston & Clarkston and then to transform into a truck driving man.
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