We enjoy a long, winding descent this morning down off the plateau we climbed yesterday. The scenery overlooking the rolling hills below is beautiful. We’ll be riding through those hills for the next few days. We later learn that the road we took down was previously used in uphill motor races. Evel Knievel raced it in 1964.
Although very beautiful, it feels as though we are descending into an oven. It’s 108 degrees down here. We ride toward the Snake River, dividing Idaho and Washington, hoping for some respite.
If there’s a drop in temperature, we can’t tell. We take a dip in the river. It’s warm, but still refreshing, very different from the cold waters of its headwaters in Yellowstone National Park.
A few minutes later…
OMG the pavement is SO HOT!!! The breeze off the road is burning our skin. Everything is so dry, there’s no humidity. I think about how nice it would be to jump into a vat of cool lotion.
I begin to worry about the interior temperature of my eyeballs. Can the vitreous humor in the eye overheat? It’s got to be hot in there. We need airconditioning, STAT.
We find a grocery store, pick up a watermelon and then go hide out in a library.