The climb up and over the summit of Lolo Pass, ID was a steady 13 mile climb. It required effort, but nothing the lightning Felt 25 couldn't handle. The engine on the bike had a harder time pushing through strong headwinds on the long descent into Missoula past randomly placed giant boulders scattered about from the ice dam break of Missoula Lake about eleventy-jillion years ago. This flood of biblical proportions created some of the most unusual formations along the scablands of Washington and throughout Montana. Just thinking about it reminds me that my bladder is about to burst from the gallon of water, tea and Coca-Cola I've consumed.
"to maker handmade shoes" (sic)
"if there is a time machine, I want to meet someone"
"every year to take a picture with younger brother"
Park reminds me of the young idealistic professionals I worked with at Samsung in Seoul. He's surprised when I tell him that Katy and I have adopted Camille from Korea. He teaches us how to correctly pronunciate "Ji-Hyeon," Camille's Chosongul name.
The velocipedes are piloted by attractive young women with bright tattoos and men sporting the high and low fashion of the 19th Century. The place is teeming with waxed mustachioed chaps with the stereotypical uninformed well-manicured political opinions one would expect of the tragically hip.
These new bohemians are home grown and transplanted from "Williamsburg," downtown Seattle and H.G. Well's time machine. I suspect they toil as buskers, affinity marketers and "local" chickeneers. I love these young poltroons and this town. So much to see and do and ridicule.
I lose the finest butler one could hope for as Katy heads back to attend to Felix and Camille as school ends. I'm making the transition back to the solo slog by taking a rest day tomorrow followed by a plodding path North to Glacier National Park. Katy us planning on rejoining me with the kids to enjoy Montana and camping. I don't want to get there too fast, lest I blow a once in a lifetime opportunity.
Farewell, ma tete de chou! Thanks for the companionship and for making it "easy" over the weekend. It was a great time. Much love.
Tomorrow, a prolonged observation of Missoula.
To the gentleman inquiring what was meant by my cycle touring calling card:
"Citizen Adventurist" was just what popped in mind when I wanted to give myself a title. It was better than, "Ride Coordinator" or "CEO" for just one guy. It also makes no pretense of special credentials, although "Citizen" did connote very special status in Ancient Rome.