After a 70 mile uphill struggle getting out of hell's canyon we made it to Baker City yesterday night around 6pm. Low on water and hungry we headed straight for the grocery store to replenish our bodies. Purchases consisted of chocolate milk, bagels, pasta, soup, granola bars, soda and fruit snacks (just in case you were wondering). After a failed attempt to find a lawn to sleep on we decided it would be best to just head towards the RV campground. It was getting dark and cold and we needed to cook our pasta. We hadn't paid for camping in a while so we might as well accept defeat... just this once. "Camping 2 miles ahead" read the sign... there is nothing worse then another 2 miles after you think you are done for the day. Especially when it is 2 miles in the wrong direction. And especially when it is 2 miles in the dark... (especially when I can't find my flashlight which I can never seem to find at night).
But anyway, things got better as they always seem to for us. As we're biking along this car pulls over and a friendly face appears. Two kids get out of the backseat and run down the road. "Where are you headed?" The man asks us. "well... right now?" I say, a bit confused . "Uhh yeah??" "Oh we're just going to try to find this campground down the street" I say. "Well would you like a better option?" He asks... of course we do. So he takes us back to his house where his kids had run off to. The kids apparently get embarassed when their dad talks to all the bikers that go by. But we are the first to get to stay at his house, this is really exciting for him. And really exciting for us.
And now we're getting bumped off the computer... more to be written soon ...
We spent two nights at Rick's house which was a refreshing rest for us. It became like a home and we were sad to leave. Hopefully our paths will cross again at some point.
some 70 miles later....
The next day after leaving Rick's house and Baker City, Oregon we climbed two passes in thunder storms, rain and even hail. After arriving at a gas station/restaurant we ordered some coffees and sat down to dry off a bit. We met a couple from Las Vegas who were staying in Prairie City (nearby at their ranch house), Jim and Margie. Jim is a biker too, so immediately he started talking to us about our route and our bikes. Margie had taken pity on us as we sat there looking like "wet rats" ordering coffee upon coffee and eating our fig newtons. They invited us to come up to their ranch where we spent the night in nice warm beds again (this time fortunately out of the rain).
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