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The road out of Council, on U. S. Route 95 went from being a very straight small road northward giving way to being a very curvy road heading up into the hills northeastward. We went briefly through the Payette National Forest in the "Canyons and Dissected Highlands" of the Blue Mountains ecoregion, past a restaurant stop at Pine Ridge (where I saw an advertising display for a huckleberry picker, "What's a huckleberry ?" I wondered, in a foreshadowing kinda way), past the Tamarack saw mill and passed into the valley.

We stopped briefly in New Meadows where I dropped off an advertisement sign on a closed bicycle shop pointing toward the new bicycle repair shop in Cambridge the "Books and Bikes". Knowing where there were bicycle shops was a useful item to know about, and I had offered to put signage on this closed shop site referring to the new shop rather than have him drive out here just to put up a sign.

We considered whether to get a motel room because it was looking like it was going to rain. Consulting the map was not very illuminating. There was a phone number to a hot springs camping spot but the person who answered the phone seemed uncomfortable but accepted our reservation. We headed north on Route 95, stopping briefly at the kiosk for the 45th parallel, and arrived at Zims Hot Springs. The person behind the counter seemed uncomfortable, but accepted our money for the tent space and for use of the hot springs. When I tried to use what seemed like a community kitchen he was definitely upset. He related the story of how he thought we were going to tell all of our biking friends of the amenities available at Zim's. He verbalized a bit of fear. I identified that I heard his concern, that it was not my intent to "take advantage" of him nor spread a word about what great amenities were available to be used here. Indeed I asked about the rates and then he gave to me, what seemed to him to a justifiable reasoning for his deal to us, as well as explaining he was sympathetic to bicyclists but did not want to be taken advantage of. He wanted his private area kept private from the common areas. I heard that request. I heard he thought he was giving us a much lower price for camping than what his rate schedule outlined. I felt that what could have become ugly for us (lack of camping area) turned into a more pleasant evening by listening to what his concern was, how that had contributed to his fear and storybuilding about us, unconnected with the reality of us.

It was a constructed hot spring which was a cement lined pool and I had a good time. We cooked using firewood stumps as a windbreak and camped out under the fogginess in a grassy plain.

We left in the morning still on Route 95 now following the Little Salmon River northwestward. We were heading along the western edge of the West Salmon River Mountains. In the town of Pinehurst I recalled asking what was the little chirping insects: "Locusts", and was the river always so green: "Yeah, in the summer".

We bicycled past this signage:

at Rainbow Bend and kept going, wary and cautious of religious signage.

We were now into Idaho County. When we got to the area of Pollock the AdventureCycling map indicated the road off of Route 95 and so we took it, gladly leaving the chipsealed road. Here was a very peaceful road area devoid of automobiles with Route 95 across the river and valley as we were going northwestward trying to get eastward. When we were redirected back onto Route 95 we were looking at a few potential off road camping spots along the roadside, but apparently things had gone awry for someone at some time and they were signed prohibiting camping.

We got further northward going into the town of Riggins. As we bicycled through town looking for where we could camp, there were little historical signs I want to go back and visit but did not think I would until S got sick and so we stayed in Riggins for a day or two. We stayed near a stony beach on the Salmon River. The historical signage told of the history of Riggins, who founded the place and who was displaced.

We met these folks who were moving to Oregon from the east. They were moving their stuff by bicycle, having sold or given most else away.

More groceries, a little more ice cream, and still struggles of what to get rid of with my packing in the morning was still taking too long for what I had as an ideal. Idaho County had nice people in it and I was having fun, but still really frustrated with the amount of time it took to do stuff like taking down the tent and packing. As we left Riggins along the Salmon River we passed into the Pacific Time zone as we were going northward on Route 95 in Idaho County.
We stopped briefly at the Fiddle Creek Fruit Stand where I caught up with S then progressed toward Lucile. This signage spot where the Salmon River is flowing through ancient Lava flows here was beautiful and was a geography learning observation of different weathering patterns that allowed erosion to take place here slower than in a rainier place.

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