We woke to ice crystals in the water bottles – it got cold last night. I also woke to pins and needles in my right hand. I think in all the rattling around on the road yesterday, a nerve got pinched. At one point I was wondering if there’s an adult version of shaken baby syndrome because I’m pretty sure my brain was banging around in my skull at some points. This road is wicked rough. Luckily the scenery is spectacular, so it makes all the effort and discomfort worth it.
We pass through mountain meadows blanketed with beautiful yellow flowers. The road meanders through herds of grazing cattle. It’s open range up here, so no fences. We unexpectedly have front row seats to a bullfight. I was a bit concerned that they would refocus their rage on a pair of cyclists, but they were too busy banging their heads together to notice us.
We did not go unnoticed as we passed through a herd of sheep. There were a pack of very disgruntled sheep dogs, who didn’t quite appreciate our visit. As far as we could tell, these dogs live out here with the sheep, chasing off predators and other threatening things. Cyclists clearly falling into one of those two categories.
Our plan for lamb chops being foiled, we have to wait until we make it to Bear Lake to snarf down burgers, fries and raspberry ice-cream shakes. Interesting thing about “shakes” in these parts – you eat them with a spoon. I’m used to sucking a shake down with a big straw. The first time I ordered a shake in Utah I sucked on the spoon handle, assuming it was a straw buried in the cup. Whoops!
Tonight we’re staying at a state park on Bear Lake, which straddles the Utah-Idaho border. The campground is everything I had expected for a Saturday night. A total cluster. Tents, people, children, dogs, stuff everywhere. All sandwiched uncomfortably close together.