I've definitely entered The High Eastern Desert.
The air smells wonderfully of sagebrush especially after a brief rain. It's cowboy country, too. This was a neat statue in Winthrop.
I shared a campsite with Dan, a fellow cyclist heading east and then maybe north. We had breakfast together where he told
me a story about a huge mosquito that almost carried him and his very, very tiny one person tent away.
I am currently in Tonasket and will soon be climbing Wauconda Pass. I have to go home for a few days so I'll turn south from Republic, the town on the other side of the pass, and ride along the Sanpoil River. I rode that road going north two summers ago and remember it being pretty and quiet. I'll cross FDR lake on a ferry and then will ride east to Spokane where I'll catch a train home. I'll leave Sam someplace safe and will fly back to continue my ride east.
-- Post From My iPhone
Location:Tonasket, WA
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