Today we rode like monsters past the Craters of the Moon, through the sunset and into the night until we reached Fairfield Idaho. Is it a real town? Is it just a gas station with its own dot on the map? We weren't sure but we made it our goal. After some night time explorations of the town we found their city park, and it turned out to have another bicyclist. Sweet! His name was Tony and he was into the hip-hop poetry scene. We chatted briefly, but for the last 10 miles or so we were running on empty, so we hit the sack pretty quickly.
Kyle Rogers, chillin' outside our cheap KOA cabin.
Scott Porbansky, talking to his mommy.
Craters of the Moon.
Tony, bicyclist, runner and poet extraordinare.
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