the remainder of the trip. Pulled in, got out; reached for the handle, and a guy from the station takes the handle from me and runs through the Oregon ritual of filling my tank for me. ?!? Did we make a wrong turn somewhere? I asked him, "are we in Oregon"? Topped off, ready to go, then Sandra mentioned that she's ready for the last bike-ride of the trip outside of Challis. Shoot, thought I could sneak out of town before she saw the trail. We did stop, Sandra did an hour ride in the hills that looked very similar to Boise's hills. I declined the ride since the previous 13 days had taken little chunks from me, so I tapped out.
Once back, we were on the road for real. We passed Stanley, and some other small little farm buckets. When we got on the downside of Lowman, we stopped at a hot-spring. This is Sandra's favorite pastime, we she rushed into the swim trunks and rocketed to the river for a dip (which she tried to classify as a bath). I followed as far as the rocks got slippery. Some woman was hogging the trail afraid to go down, so I tried to go another route. Bad Idea! I slipped, fell and again re-injured my knee. Words were said! I headed back to the RV where I knew there was a fridge full of recovery drinks. I downed one, while cussing. Then cussing some more.
Sandra was back not to long after the mishap. On the road, our final stop was Boise. Albeit, we chose highway 21 as it takes us past spring shores so we could check on the boat. Soon, we have to pull it out of water, and I was worried somewhat that would arrive and see our boat sitting on dry land surrounded by two dozen people laughing about the "dumbasses" who didn't get the boat out of the water on time. Fortunately, we have about two weeks before the "event", so my leg should be a bit healed to do some of the labor.
Here it is. 14 days later, we're rolling through downtown Boise at 5:30pm. The Cashen-Williams's always ends up somehow in traffic hour when we're stone tired. Pulled up to the house, and spent about an hours extracting all our stuff that went along for the ride. Next the restoration and cleaning of the "Floating Brick".
For now, I'm showered, shaven, wrapped and having a Dagger Falls IPA doing not much. All in all, Good Ride!