Rode a metric century today on the 'Trail of the Coeur d'Alenes' from Harrison to Pinehurst, out and back. It was pretty hazy with fire smoke from somewhere or other. Didn't really smell too bad, so I when ahead and rode. Had a wonderful rolling chat for about twenty miles with a fellow a year older than me from Boise. We talked about everything under the sun, and the slower pace ate into my average mph for the ride.

I'm a sucker for old, abandoned houses and barns. The older and more decrepit, the better. At Medimont on the trail.



An elk in a field about 100 meters off the bike path.