Hello from Heise.
I am totally tuckered out after 93 miles in the saddle today.
Sometimes bike touring is a magical, colorful character-filled journey through idyllic countryside. And sometimes touring is a long lonely slog against a headwind through some majorly monotonous landscape.
The sixty six miles between Arco and Idah Falls are almost entirely desolate and deserted. I spent a LOT of time watching the white line beneath my wheels and singing “Casey Jones” to myself.
The region of the country I was riding through falls under the auspices of Idaho National Laboratories: a strictly classified, top-secret, atomic energy research area.
Five hours of riding later, I was overjoyed to leaves those particular sixty miles behind me. Unfortunately, the first signs of civilization that I saw upon reaching Idaho Falls didn’t exactly fill me with warm-fuzzy feelings.
I decided to press forward post-haste, and set my sights towards Heise. In retrospect, I may have judged Idaho Falls too harshly from my first impressions; there were some nice sights to be seen as I rode through downtown.
Regardless, I don’t regret my decision to pedal onward to Heise for one hot minute.
My campground is pretty crowded, but the neighbors are friendly. Travis, who occupies the closest tent, collects Shoshone arrowheads, he said he’d show me some later.
I’m going to hit the hay early this evening. It’s been a long day and I’ve got some big climbs ahead of me tomorrow.
Keep on keepin’ on!