Our one month anniversary happened to coincide with the finishing of our first map section, in Sandpoint Idaho.
We both get super excited about crossing state lines into Idaho, and even more excited about staying at a hotel again. i break a spoke, on the hub side of my back wheel. Since we dont have the tools for replacing that spoke, we grab a ride into town.
At the camping/biking store we finally decide to buy sleeping pads (we had been sleeping like logs, but also waking up as stiff as logs). We both felt very tough when everyone at the camping store was aghast that we had gone so long with just our bags. Everyone is super nice, and the guy who fixes our bikes gives us the skinny on Logan Pass (it is the continental divide, the highest peak in the trip, and its in Montana). We had been planning on avoiding it like the plague and taking an alternate route. But the bike repairman (whose name i sadly forget) said that it is the most gorgeous part of the whole tour and that we would be fools to skip it. He fixes our spoke for next to nothing and offers to let us camp on his lawn. It is our month-iversary, though, and we both want showers, so we decline his gracious offer.
We enjoy a fine italian meal. I get another ribeye, which actually doesnt hold a candle to the one I paid 8 bucks for just a weak ago.
We also hit the book store where Lindsey gets Diane Ackerman's "A History of the Senses" which she has been quoting from non-stop ever since, and I get Richard Bach's "A Bridge Across Forever."
We go back to the hotel room, watch a little TV and sleep like we actually have a bed.
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