The following morning, we had breakfast with Brian and Debbie. A cute little dog came by the camp, wagging its little tail and sniffing around. It took a piss on Brian’s panniers.
Good-byes were tough, but we finally started on the road back across the Oregon border. On the way back, we saw Letty again, and also Steph, whom we stopped to chat with.
Halfway to Baker, who should we see but Stewart and his friend Bob. Bob’s knee had blown up (not surprising for anyone trying to ride with Stewart), and Stewart was escorting him all the way back to Baker (about 70 miles). Boy, were they glad to see us! We tossed Bob’s bike in the trunk, and refilled Stewart’s water bottle. Stewart decided to head on, and try to put in a few more miles. An exhausted Bob was extremely pleased that we showed up, as he would have otherwise had to force out excruciating stokes for the rest of the day. Instead, it was a pleasant air-conditioned ride to Baker, lasting a little more than an hour.
The details of Bob’s injury are expounded in Stewart’s Trip Report.
Merrianne was sad after the Greyhound pulled away with Bob on it. Once again, it was just the two of us. And soon, even we would be apart. We had our last dinner at the Kopper Kitchen. Two filet mignon dinners, complete with salad and pasta, cost $9.95. We stayed at the YMCA that night. For $2.50 apiece, we got the run of the place. In fact, there was no one else around. The lady in charge just gave us the combination to the door.
