34

It's my birthday... well it was.  

After the steak night on Thursday I rose in Kokotol Motel to find I am 34 years old.

A short day ahead and rest day following that so no rush to depart.  Very nice to have a chilled start around the motel.  Time to check up on pictures and postcards.  There were a few lovely renditions of Happy Birthday and a very nice birthday package from home that had been hidden away in my bag since i left with some bunting, some balloons, cards and a happy birthday musical chimy thing.  

I don't think we left the motel til gone 10.30, and with a balloon adorning my saddle I led P2P Back through Orofino back onto highway 12, with a close passing train on the way.  

Reasonable gentle pace.  Was nice to be leading and being made a fuss of with my baloon attached to my saddle.  As I am now writing this almost three days later it feels a lifetime ago, but we were following the clearwater river up still and and there were photo shoots... oh to be a media friendly group... one of the trials of this trip so far being that it's so consistently photogenic.  we're building up terabites a day of pictures, video and text.   I'm not adverse to following teh company line... sheeet I'm a company man through and through, but with faffing and photographing on highway 12, and group mentality not helping the safety of the group...I was also slightly frustrated at the stopping starting along the way..    Though it is noticable that after a week we ae riding better as agroup.  With the extra knowledge since then it's clearer to see that there are different groups forming which seems to all be quietly understood, and probably expected.  #

Anyway, photos shoots and forjing, storming, norming, performing aside we rode on down highway 12

We descended upon Kamiah Drank coffee and I had some huckleberry pie, which it turns ouyt is the state dish of idaho.  Thee was some mooching around in town and a final photo-shoot.

Leaving town

"car boot sale" 

Pharmacy

toothpaste & razors

Sister whose a doctor of doctory

Nez Peirce tribe

leaving town with kids waving and shouting

casino?

group riding

following the river

the wrong way

as in uphill

Lowell, Idaho: Population 24, no 23

Dinner with beers
Cake
Musical Cards (haha)

Taxidermy and pool

bunting and baloons

reunited with my ipod

Margaritas on the porch

G&T

WIld partying in the wilderness

bed by midnight