We got an early start today after 2 nights off in Walla Walla. I was glad for the second day off since it poured rain. 
Even though we’re riding together, today has given us a headwind that not only makes it harder to pedal, it also makes it harder for any conversation. So we both are lost in reverie. I remember being 5 years old and my brother Dean who was 11 taking me downtown, about 3 miles, on his bike. He had a one speed bike and on level ground or going down hill I would hop on his fender. Going up hill I would trot along beside while Dean worked hard to pedal.
When we stop Randy talks about his Dad as a boy riding a one speed from Lewiston to Walla Walla. The roads were mostly gravel then and he would hitchhike when he could but it would still take him 3 days.
Our day today was very long. We are staying with Randy’s cousin Darrel who lives a few miles upstream on the Clearwater from Lewiston and we finally arrive just as it’s getting dark after nearly 110 miles.