Day 4 McCall to Lochsa Lodge
Life in camp was good. While Fred brought the killer coffee maker, John showed off a vintage tent that multitasked as a laundry line
Velo Road extraordinaire
In McCall I met a woman who lives and works in Boise and comes to McCall to fish and ride her bicycle on dirt trails. She said, “McCall is my heaven.” In Grangeville I spoke briefly with a woman who said she grew up in McCall but there were too many tourists there now. She loves Grangeville. One man told me that he used to live in Alaska, but he feels he can get more off the grid in Idaho than he ever did in Alaska. We’re barely scratching the surface as we ride through, but I can understand why Hemingway was attracted to this landscape.
On this road, parked bikes indicated someone was cooling off in the river.
At the end of today’s ride, we found ourselves in a beautiful campground. Others stayed in the lodge itself.
When we arrived, the open area was full of these critters. Their holes meant you had to watch where you were walking.
Our tents were under and between the trees.
Maintenance never ends
How the other half live – Lochsa Lodge Cabins
bees, bikes and books 