until well after noon. The late start didn't slow me down along the
very pretty winding road that followed the Salmon River 57 miles to
Challis. I was even spinning my big chainring for a good chunk of
time--something I really rarely do with a touring load. After stopping
there for dinner, I rode another 20 miles southeast of town along US
93 en route to Arco.
So here I am, camped out in nowhere, Idaho and there's some howling in
the distance. The overnight low's supposed to be somewhere in the mild
low 40s. I can hear a car pass by every few minutes but have situated
myself so as not to see them. I generally don't like to camp where I'm
not able to let someone know where I am (mostly to avoid anyone
thinking that I'm somehow trying to be sneaky) but there's really no
one to check with in these parts.
Ok, so the howling sounded like a coyote, sure, but these other
sounds...they are indecypherable to me. Probably some insane bird that
hopefully likes to sleep when I do. The photo here is the view from
inside my tent.
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