Before I dropped Taylor off for her rally, neither one of us had any idea where I'd meet her. I wanted to keep my schedule as open as possible, so we purposely avoided setting plans in place. After she had started the rally, and lost contact with the outside world, I sent her an email with a flight confirmation to Boise, Idaho for what would feel like our first REAL Monday on the run.
Until then, I reveled in the abundant single track of Lake Tahoe, knowing those mountain bike rides would be my last for a long while. Even Tahoe's ferocious fall-time bee population couldn't keep me from riding.
After pulling myself away from the trails, I drove through NE Nevada and SE Oregon to spend the night in the Alvord Desert. The Alvord and Steens Mountains have long been on my list of places to see and I'm embarrassed I hadn't made it to the area before now.
I really enjoyed the area, but wish I had more time (and gas) to spend exploring the vast tracts of BLM and the little dirt roads crisscrossing the Steens.
After the Alvord, I made my way through beautiful Eastern Oregon and spent a few days with my mom and brother and cousins Mike and Tammy, while I tracked Taylor's progress in the rally and spent countless hours catching up on mechanical chores. The odometer on the truck rolled over 180k just as we hit California and I'd been neglecting it as I finished up the aluminum bed, so there was a fair amount of work to do.
After a week of spending time with family, obsessing over Rebelle Rally results, and swimming in Chevy truck grease, I picked Taylor up from the Boise airport 1/2 hr late. Time-zones. Who would have guessed?
We got a hotel room (again..) and binged on wifi, a Rebelle Rally play-by-play, and hot water. Don't judge us too hard. The continental breakfast had biscuits and gravy.
We did spend Monday night in a lonesome, beautiful BLM campsite just a few miles off the interstate.
Idaho makes the best desserts..
Next stop, Moab Utah!