We had this great idea the night before to leave the oatmeal for the birds in the morning and make a run for the diner in Vale for a big, real breakfast. We thought we'd just sail down the hill into town and fill up on eggs and coffee.
We packed up on empty stomachs and we did sail down the hill into a massive and brutal crosswind/headwind combination that just about bowled us back to Burns. And the farmers are out there prepping their fields for sowing so dust is blowing in every direction and the semis gotta make their runs so their whipping past us regardless of the lack of shoulder on the road and blowing us forward if their going our way and slamming us back if they're headed west. Those 10 miles took us like 90 minutes if not more, and I'm an addict so my knuckles are gripping the tape and white cause I haven't had my coffee and I've been awake for three hours now. I'll take a mountain over a headwind any day.
When we finally reached the cafe it was basically time to eat lunch so now we're two meals behind and my blood sugar has dropped below zero. Thankfully, our beanstalk server immediately poured us coffee and water. The food was actually pretty good: four slices of French toast, a plate of hashbrowns, two eggs. Real syrup on the toast and a lot of butter. Yes a fourth topoff on the coffee, thank you. We ordered caramel pecan apple pie too, desert after breakfast an important staple on this trip after all.
We left the diner at 2 ( I literally have no idea how time passes on this trip, we show up one minute and and show ourselves out three and and a half hours later). Outside Vale, we start picking out onions on the side of the road, little golden snitches fallen off the truck. I tested some but mine were all kinda squishy. We must have been a couple of days late.
Rode over the Snake River and into Idaho at just about the same time as Hallie Jackson's NBC special on us aired. A million texts and tweets later we were famous or whatever. I don't think I like having my face on television but schools and other programs have been reaching out ever since so for that, put me on the national news whenever you want. Hallie did a fine job, I just wish she (or whoever chose it) hadn't started with my quote about this trip being like a marriage. Whatever, I know what it's like to have sources gripe about the quotes you choose to use.
We stayed at our second warm showers host: Kelley Orchards. Kimmy made a thick and fabulous split pea soup, accompanied by olive bread fresh from the market. They have three kids, between preschool and fourth, a trampoline in the front yard and baby chicks in the basement. Also an adhoc gymnastics room - some mattresses, a hanging bar, a rope. Aaron, the youngest, showed us his moves. Kid can move! Flips on bars and he's just four adorable years old.
We stayed up to talk to the Kelleys for a while. Ron biked across Canada when he was in college (this year marks 30 years since). And they fed us apple chips, dried from the fruit of their orchard, and eight layer bars, a glory of calories, decadence. Sleep came easy.