Cumulative: 925 miles, 39892 feet of climb
It was chilly today. 47 degrees in the morning and it never seemed to warm up much past 60 degrees. We also had a nice tailwind most of the day. The windbreaker, arm warmers, and vest were all in use and I only took the windbreaker off at the 58 mile point. The vest and arm warmers stayed on all day. Is it summer and is tomorrow really July 4? Maybe if they held the Peachtree Road Race in Idaho it would warm up. Actually, the weather is perfect for cycling and we have no complaints.
With the longer mileage day, breakfast began at 6AM with luggage load at 7AM. Our group set a time of 6:30 to meet, and I got to the dining room at 6:20 to mostly empty tables. Most everyone else had eaten and left already. So the five of us were at the back of the line for luggage load and the last group to hit the road.
What beautiful scenery today. We left the hotel and went a bit east on Country Road 300, and a bit north on Route 25. Then, we hit East Baseline Road, dubbed by ABB as “the loneliest road in America”. I’m not sure about that, but it was in the middle of nowhere and absolutely wonderful. Barbara Munk says it is her favorite road to ride on the whole tour.
E. Baseline Road
On E. Baseline Road we crossed the Snake River one more time and passed some farms for a while. Then, there was nothing but scrub and grass for miles and miles, with the mountains to our right in the distance as the road stretched forever eastward, straight as an arrow. Eventually, the road curved to the southeast and headed back toward civilization. We could see the sun through a high layer of clouds.
Another view along E. Baseline Road
Once off E. Baseline Road we stopped at Register Rock, a camping area along the Oregon Trail where travelers carved their name in a large rock. Many carvings dated to the 1840’s to 1860’s with some as late as the early 1900’s. The sculptor J.J. Hansen carved an Indian head and Preacher head here in 1866 when he was 7 years old. Forty two years later, he was to return to review his work and redate his carving a second time. Register Rock reminded me a bit of El Morro National Monument in New Mexico, a gem of a national monument that is not much visited.
Hansen Carving of a Preacher and Indian at Register Rock
After Register Rock we rode on I-86 for a while before reaching the town of American Falls, named for the nearby falls on the Snake River.