This book/movie title has run through mind many times on our journey. Not surprising since many of the trails and subsequent roads along our route were developed along rivers in these mountainous and high desert regions.

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Add the vivid fall colors and mainly blue skies…one couldn’t ask for more uplifting scenery. We often see signage about the travels of the early white adventurers and can only imagine how this country appeared to them.

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When not following the river valleys in Washington, Idaho and Montana, we were generally crossing over mountain passes. So far, they haven’t been too tough and provide both a challenge and a fun descent as well as a lovely place to hang out and wait for the climber.

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After we rode to the vicinity of Twin Falls, Idaho we decided to drive for a while through some farming country ( not too interesting ) with narrow, busy roads. We linked up with Highway 50 in Nevada on our original route plan to start cycling again. Highway 50, once dubbed “The Loneliest Highway in America” will be the topic of my next missive but before I go I want to share a couple of random additions:

First, a special call out to my nephew Luke who last year commented that while he had never heard of a scissors in the road, he had heard of a “fork in the road” (groan 😆). Well, Jim wanted to share his road discovery:

And for those of you who might be contemplating a career change, or perhaps a new vocation during retirement, I want to share this signage:

See you in Nevada 👋👋