Length of the State of
The next morning, we ate at
the restaurant just north of the motel, checked out, and resumed pedaling at
Leaving the
Galaxie Motel, in
We pedaled down
Then we continued on the
highway going north out of town toward Honeyville.
The
“Honeyville Mall”
Further north on the road,
we entered the town of Deweyville:
Aere at
Deweyville
From there, we followed the
highway north to where it meets highway 30, going east into Cache valley. This was the part I had not been looking
forward to, since it is a 600 foot climb.
We geared-down, and pedaled along, resting occasionally.
The last
climb
Surprisingly, we didn’t need
to get off and walk/push. We kept
pedaling, with occasional rest stops, and after re-climbing the elevation lost
going down after a false summit, we finally crested the hill.
It’s all
downhill from here!
Following highway 30 east
toward Logan, we encountered some beautiful marshlands.
At the
wetlands west of Logan
We continued on to Logan,
eating at a convenience store at 10th west. Then made our way east to
At Emily’s house, with our pickup truck
(blue) parked in the background
There, we visited for
awhile, and arranged a time for Emily to meet us at the border with our
truck. We then cycled a few blocks back
west to the main highway, and headed north to Smithfield.
North to
There we snacked, taking our
time (we had allowed plenty of time so Emily wouldn’t end up waiting for
us). We then headed north again.
Near the Idaho border just south of
Franklin
We continued on northward,
watching for the “Entering Idaho” sign.
We didn’t see a sign, so we bicycled into the town of Franklin.
I stopped soon after,
noticing a sign that read “Franklin, the oldest town in Idaho”. At that point, we heard our daughter Emily
honk the horn of our pickup to get our attention, and she drove up to where we
were stopped, explaining that the Idaho sign had been temporarily removed due
to construction.
We had her take two victory
shots in front of the “oldest town in Idaho” sign. Unfortunately, when the people opened the
disposable camara to develop the film, they didn't check to see if the entire
roll had been used, so when they opened it, they ruined the last few pictures. So in spite of taking the pictures, we ended
up without them.
At about 4:50 PM, we loaded
our bicycles in the truck, heading for her home in North Logan, where we had a
barbeque. It was a nice ending to an
amazing trip.
On this last day of the
trip, we travelled 57.3 miles, at an average speed of 10.9 MPH. The bicycles were moving five hours and 15
minutes. It took us seven hours, 20
minutes to do it.
We had a light headwind the
whole day, until the last half hour, when nature finally relented and gave us a
parting taste of a tail-wind.
As I look back on this
challenging accomplishment and great adventure, the thing that comes to mind
first, is that you can go amazing distances on a bicycle, if you just keep
pedaling.