When we stopped to eat in Kamiah, a young guy from Houston pulled up, and he had ridden over 90 miles that day, including the 8 miles of climbing we had done the day before! Guess we have some work to do! But we'll never be of that caliber because we're too busy having crises. When we got to the KOA campground and began to pitch the tent, we discovered the tent poles were missing. Dave rode back to Kamiah while I checked the maps to see if there were enough towns with motels between here and Missoula. But, miraculously, he found them on the shoulder of the road.
We pitched the tent by the pond confident that we had found a better way to carry the tent poles, and fell asleep to the sound of bullfrogs croaking.
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