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Life continues to move. Right now in the Spring of 2012 I am still journaling about the bicycle trip that happened in Summer of 2010. I set as a goal to spend some of this Spring of 2012 getting the journal up to 2012. Maybe I will make it.

I spent some of the Fall of 2011 in the Mojave desert near Las Vegas, Nevada, to support Nevada Desert Experience, be at the Narcolepsy Network 2011 Conference that was being held in the Stratosphere Hotel, and to catch up on my writing. However instead of getting the writing goal accomplished, doing work for my geography classes and other life things took up the time.

I was glad that during the high points of the Occupy Movement, that I was "occupying" land that had been gifted back to the Western Shoshone, and with their permission, that I was contributing doing maintenance and capital improvements to the area I was occupying. I helped in the building of a pit greenhouse to grow local food, painted the residence (as much as I could), collected firewood from onsite trees killed by mistletoe, to name a few of the things I did. I also helped support, in some small aspects, to the Occupy Las Vegas and Occupy LV Movements as a medic in a number of events, offering the Goddess Tent, which was used at protests in the desert, and was an army TEMPER tent to OLV's Area 99, and starting their wikipedia article.

This month I am visiting a friend in a state north of Nevada. While I was sledding in the powdery snow today, I recalled that one of the coping mechanisms that I seem to have developed while on the Summer 2010 bicycle trip was that of pouring ice cold water onto my forearms. While it seemed at the time by observation like I was washing my hands, I later found out from hearing some information from some of the narcolepsy groups, that there was a body temperature differential effect that help support staying awake and that seemed way more real in my experience that I was pouring icy water on my arms to waken up while I was bicycle riding. I was puzzled during the Summer of 2010, of why I was seeking out ice cold water from gas stations fountain drink dispensers, putting it in my metal Klean Kanteen, and instead of drinking it to cool down (but I never really got hot) that I was pouring it on my forearms but not in a way to clean my hands. That action that I was actively doing, that seemed to have no specific reason that I could see. I noted as well at the time, that it really was not normal to do a self supported bicycle trip, where most bicyclists were weighing their gear in grams, at least from the bicyclist blogs I read in the spring of 2010, carrying a metal Klean Kanteen, then using the water often on my forearms. Yet I was resistant to send the container back to Sacramento by postal mail at the many opportunities that I had. The metal container definitely kept the water colder, longer.

I have attempted to share what I saw around me on the bicycle trip using both descriptive words, links, and in some cases descriptive texts like the EPA ecoregions to convey what I saw, felt, learned, and experienced from the scenery and environment surrounding me. I have had the experience that sometimes others do not understand what I am writing, that it is confusing. I am hoping that being more specific and descriptive will lead to clarity and enjoyment.

I hope that it is been helpful in lending clarity to you reading this.

As we pedaled through Grangeville, Idaho, we picked up some groceries, visited the post office, stopped to get temporary checks from my bank, than left pedaling through the Camas Prairie and the rolling areas of Idaho County via the Harpster Grade.

As we crested the Harpster Grade at the north of Blacktail Ridge and down the Grade into the Lower Clearwater Canyons (15j) of the Northern Rockies ecoregion to Harpster Junction on to the edges of the South Fork of the Clearwater River we then came upon Harpster Riverside RV Park and camped there.

Camping on the grassy lawn next to the wide flowing Clearwater River was fun. We then continued proceeding north on Highway 13 to the town of Harpster then into the Nez Perce Reservation and into the town of Stites where we tried to find a coffee shop and internet.

While in Riggins we contemplated where to end the trip. Montreal seemed beyond reach now, and Flathead Lake seemed a better end point than a city, even if it was Missoula where most of the Adventure Cycling routes intersect. There was however no Amtrak service to Missoula, and we tried to get better internet to either find a bicycleable route to Flathead Lake; 2) see if there really was an Amtrak Station in Missoula, but just hard to find; 2a) see if even there was a Station, would it take on baggage at the potential stop (cause not all Amtrak Stations will accept baggage, like a disassembled bicycle, onto the train; 3) see where there was an Amtrak Station in Montana that had a full service train stop and purchase tickets ahead of time so as to not encounter the steep price increase that occurred two weeks before train travel departure.

As we bicycled through the Nez Perce Reservation and through North Central Idaho in general, we encountered many roadside historical markers and frequent signage telling of this slice of the historical edge of transition to being occupied. There was more signage telling about the Nez Perce War and the Flight of the Nez Perce, than about the Nez Perce people.

In Stites we looked for internet but the coffee shop, indicated on the AdventureCycling map was closed. There were signs of a place serving breakfast so we followed the directions leading to a trailer serving food and a yard sale here. No internet but the people interaction was good, the food was good.

We bicycled into the town of Kooskia and stopped at a chinese food restaurant to get a meal and used the smart phone to get internet. We stopped at a health food store to get groceries as there was no services for many miles after this last stop of commerce. We also finally got bear spray since it made more sense to get it where bears probably would be rather than buy it and pack it for the multiple miles we had traveled where bears probably were not. We then pedaled out of Koosia and up Route 12.

It was difficult to communicate while on most roads as bicycling side-by-side was difficult while staying within a bicycle lane. Here was no different, Route 12 was narrow but we were heading into the Nez Perce National Forest and the Clearwater National Forest in the Lochsa Selway Clearwater Canyons (16c) of the Idaho Batholith ecoregion which was beautiful.

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