Sunday, June 15, 2008
Day 13 Lowell to Locha Lodge, Idaho 68 miles..up hill
Day 13 Lowell to Lochsa Lodge, Idaho, 68 miles.
We got an early start and did the nice steady climb on the road next to the Locha River for 68 miles. It didn’t seem that hard when we were on the road but everyone was whipped and in bed early. It’s a scenic ride up to the Lolo pass but after a 90 miles it’s starting to get a little old. We were entertained by the river rafts headed down river and Ron actually saw one girl go over-board and helped her get up the bank where she hitched a ride down river to her buddies. Also, there is the Historic Ranger Station on route which I visited on my last trip with Bill and Tom–lots of old pictures of rangers and horses.
It’s Rafting season at Lochsa Lodge. Apparently you can get drunk as hell and still ride the raft. There are grown men running around up here with hula skirts and fake black breasts. Hopefully, the mosquitos will run them inside after dark...mosquitos the helpful pest.
Judy, my riding buddy, seems to be getting stronger. Keith and I have been sticking with her for morale support. The signs around here can be a little troubling like when you see one that says Lolo Pass 75 miles and you know that means it's uphill for the next 75 miles.
We got an early start and did the nice steady climb on the road next to the Locha River for 68 miles. It didn’t seem that hard when we were on the road but everyone was whipped and in bed early. It’s a scenic ride up to the Lolo pass but after a 90 miles it’s starting to get a little old. We were entertained by the river rafts headed down river and Ron actually saw one girl go over-board and helped her get up the bank where she hitched a ride down river to her buddies. Also, there is the Historic Ranger Station on route which I visited on my last trip with Bill and Tom–lots of old pictures of rangers and horses.
It’s Rafting season at Lochsa Lodge. Apparently you can get drunk as hell and still ride the raft. There are grown men running around up here with hula skirts and fake black breasts. Hopefully, the mosquitos will run them inside after dark...mosquitos the helpful pest.
Judy, my riding buddy, seems to be getting stronger. Keith and I have been sticking with her for morale support. The signs around here can be a little troubling like when you see one that says Lolo Pass 75 miles and you know that means it's uphill for the next 75 miles.
