BOBBY AND THANE TACKLE THE TRANSAM Day 65 Kooskia to White Bird

Day Sixty Five Thane’s Blog: Happy 4th of July

Thursday July 4, 2013, 44 miles (71 km) – Total so far: 3,505 miles (5,640 km)

Today is the 65th day we have been on this journey. Today is Thursday the fourth of July. Today is another one of those days that I knew would be a little tough on me. Mentally.

This holiday around our house is always spent with all the kids and grandkids and a massive amount of other friends. Typically we are all at a local campground and this year’s festivities were in keeping with many of the previous. With one exception. Grampy was not there. No! Grampy was climbing into the town of Grangeville for most of the early morning. Grampy was hanging out in that town while most many of the locals celebrated with their family and friends. Grampy was far, far away from the ones he loves, but in his mind Grampy was there. Every once in a while we would drift into a tiny bit of cell coverage and I would hear the familiar sound of a message coming through as I pedaled away. When we stopped for breakfast after summiting the first of the two passes today I had just enough service to check out the messages.

Two of my grandkids wanted Grampy to see them in the cloths they were wearing to the 4th of July parade this year. They were each dressed in dresses of red, white and blue stripes. Each smiling as big as the sky. When I saw it I cried a little bit of the good cry and wondered, “Why the fuck did I choose a six mile long climb up White Bird Hill over a chance to help my Grandkids catch candy being thrown from people walking the parade route.”

I have one more day like this coming up soon. I will miss the birthday party of one of my precious grandkids. I actually wrote these dates down on a piece of paper long time ago. These family days that I will never get back because I chose to cycle across the United States. Because I chose to attempt to bring a dream to reality. As in the other three “rough” days as I call them I cried on the bike. I don’t give a rat’s ass what anyone thinks of a pony tail wearing grampy kinda dude cycling through a holiday main street in Idaho crying. I have long since stopped giving a shit about all that. My soul needed to hug my family today and that was the only way I could do it.

I have one more of these “rough” days ahead. I will miss the birthday party of one of my grandkids. Every now and then reality sets in and makes me realize that often times we dream in color even though the world tends to be black and white. We all ended up in the tiny town of White Bird at the city park after an incredible climb on a road that only saw one car pass us for the entire time we made the climb. The climb was rewarded with an awesome view of the valley below and a screaming downhill that averaged 7 percent.

Tomorrow we make the trip to New Meows. About 65 miles. I will truly enjoy whatever tomorrows’ cycling brings. If the god of cell coverage in this part of Idaho allows me to find some coverage I will call my family and hug them as best I can. Tomorrow I may shed another tear or two at the beauty around me. Or the beauty before me. Or the beauty behind me. Tomorrow I may shed a tear for no reason at all other than I am alive.

Tomorrow I will ride my bike another 70 miles or so and I am a damn lucky man!

bobby capturing the beauty

bobby capturing the beauty

celebrating the holiday

celebrating the holiday

boo at the top of white bird hill

boo at the top of white bird hill

the view from the top of white bird pass

the view from the top of white bird pass

Day Sixty Five Bobby’s Blog

Thursday July 4, 2013, 44 miles (71 km) – Total so far: 3,505 miles (5,640 km)

Another beautiful day of cycling today. We exchanged the Lochsa for the Clearwater River. Again some of the most beautiful country I have ever seen. We pedaled to Grangeville where we enjoyed a wonderful breakfast and the start of the July 4th celebration.Things were just starting to pick up and so was the heat so we decided to head out and get the climb over to White Bird out of the way while it was still under 90 degrees.

Turned out the climb was shaded a lot of the way and either was not as steep or we now have legs of steel. I like to think the latter. The ride down was extremely fast all the way into town and brought us to the city park as all the lodging was full. Kinda sticky in the tent as we have no place to shower. Not the first time won’t be the last I reckon.

The town seems to be run by dogs. There are several just wandering around town and in and out of the park. No people hardly. Every once in a while a car will ease through but that’s about it. What’s not to love about the TransAm?