Ione is not much of a happening place. I bathed and did laundry before heading into town for dinner. The pizza place made me a gut bomb of an Italian sub. They mentioned that another bike tourist from Switzerland was in earlier and bought a pineapple pizza. Martin!
I asked at the motel registration if he was s guest but he wasn’t. (It turns out that there’s another motel down by the river.)
Up at 5 (I’m on the eastern edge of the Pacific time zone), I broke camp and rode to town to have breakfast at the gas station. They have a grill and make a decent breakfast.
And as any bike tourist knows, gas stations are where Breakfast Club gets together. A group of old white men dit around drinking coffee and discussing the important things like how batteries for tools are crap and don’t drive your new pickup to Canada cuz it’ll sure get stole.
I couldn’t add much to this brilliant repartee so I rode away to confront my first serious hill since Rogers Pass a week ago. The climb was 1,100 feet on about 4 miles. There were 6 switchbacks. Once I got into a rhythm it was a fait accompli. No problemo.
Over the top and down the glorious western side, with forests now dominated by fir trees.
I spotted a country store and pulled in for a celebration ice cream. Who should I find eating breakfast but Martin! After a brief chat I took off knowing his youth and tent-free bike would catch me I no time.
And do we rode down one curvy turn after another. It was a blast. The cool tailwind didn’t hurt one bit either.
We saw two eastbound women testing on an uphill. I could not bring myself to give up a 35 mph descent to chat. Farther down the hill, we were crawling along at 17 mph. We ran into Dave (or maybe Paul) from Connecticut. He described the bike hostel where Martin would be staying as very nice and the mountain passes that lie ahead as not so much.
Martin turned to go to the hostel and I continued to Colville where lunch awaited. After my burrito (muy bueno) I rode on to Kettle Falls. After done confusion with a well meaning volunteer, I received permission to camp for free in the town park.
I am typing this at the bar if the town microbrewery, a place called Northern Ales. Their lager is excellent and is solely responsible for errors in this post.
Tomorrow: Sherman Pass and a Warmshowers stay (with Martin) at a town doctor’s home.
Total miles: 3,409.5
9 thoughts on “Any Road Tour – Day 47: Switchbacks and Martin”
How cool to keep crossing paths with Martin. Do you both have the same ultimate destination?
Looks like pretty countryside. Hope the pass is an easy one.
He’s flying home from Seattle. Implying Home from Portland but may visit Seattle along the way
Just looked at a map. I didn’t how far north you are. Wow.
People here ride the Selkirk Loop morning to and out of Canada. Also my Warmshowers host said we could avoid the big climb by riding to Canada
I didn’t bring my passport though
Sherman Pass… you’re getting close to the Okanogan, spent a.lot of time there as a kid as my mom was born in Omak and lived on a Ranch in Loomis growing up, dry country but beautiful in its own right. Good luck on the pass – tailwinds.
I had a tailwind! The 1st 3 miles and last 8 miles were HARD! The middle 16 miles were no problem. The ride down was a blast.