119 miles on the Lolo Motorway. Absolutely beautiful scenery. I’m glad we did it but it’s definitely one of those things I only need to do once. If I did do it again, it would be with something with a motor.
The descents were less harrowing today. This is fortunate because the muscles in my hands and forearms are sore and have been rendered useless from the death grip I’ve had on the brakes in the previous days’ descents. We emerged from the trail battered and bruised and really, really dirty (5 days in the woods, no showers). Yet again, we make the promise to stay on paved roads, at least until Mexico.
Off-road touring is rough on the body and gear. The bikes are covered in dirt and the chains are making awful grinding noises, the bags have a few more skuffs where we hit rocks/trees, our clothes are a bit more tattered, and our bodies are covered in insect bites, scrapes and bruises.
For anyone wondering about the whereabouts of the world’s bee population, they’re in Idaho, in the Clearwater National Forest. They’re everywhere. I haven’t been stung in ages and I got stung two times in two days – Ouch!
I am going to sleep so well tonight, not having to worry about bear attacks and elk coming to eat my socks. Each night we woke up to elk clomping through our camp. With our ears to the ground (literally), their heavy hoofed footsteps woke us up throughout the night. Luckily the only animal attack we encountered was a little critter who got into the camera case, chewed up the interior, and then pooped. Thanks Nature.