I woke up a minute before my alarm and was on the road before 6 am. A virtuous start to a difficult day. It was up hill from the get go, getting steeper the higher I went. Relentless grades, always up, never down for 25 long miles. I flew down the other side, so quickly I have little memory, only to meet more steep hills arriving in the vertical town of Republic. It was definitely the most challenging day of this trip, and one that I’ll remember, if only for its endlessness. I’m so pleased with myself for recognizing that today was going to be a tough one and booking a room at the Klondike Motel with its excellent hot shower, quiet air conditioner, and nice firm bed.
I stopped to watch the lumber mill on the way out of the campground
I waited until it was clear and raced across, tailed closely by a patient logging truck. I couldn’t risk a glance to the side and so missed the morning golden hour view of the river