As usual, I did not ride on Sunday. I ate my breakfast of hamburger buns and V8 on a bench outside the motel, then went to church. The small Baptist church there had about 20 people in attendance. Everyone was wonderfully friendly. After church, we all went to an ice cream social. Actually, it was a joint event between all the churches in town. There were no denominational lines. Such a thing would have been rare in the city.

That afternoon, the BikeCentennial group rolled into town. I tried to socialize with them a little, but they weren’t too friendly. Perhaps they were so self-sufficient, they had reduced needs for social contact. They seemed to have a well-established routine of setting up tents and cooking. I was somewhat glad, truthfully, that I had not gone with the guided tour. I would see far more adventure on my own.

At 11 PM, I called Merrianne back in San Jose. It was good to hear her voice, even though it had only been a few days. I went right to sleep after that, so I could get an early start across the border into Idaho.

The only way to do an interactive check-in in those days was by calling at a pre-arranged time, usually by depositing a lot of coins in a pay phone.