10/16/2015

Leaving behind the Rocky mountain range meant we would be at a lower elevation. It translated into warmer days and more smiles. I started my morning in Kellogg with an interview with a reporter named Josh from the local paper: The Shoshone Press. I knew the path to Rose Lake was relatively short so I took off when the afternoon rays of sun were strong. Until then Crystal and I relaxed in the trailer. I fed my body calories and she played games to sharpen her mind.

I continued on the Trail of the Coeur d’Alenes/Northern Pacific trail. It would have led me all the way to Coeur d’Alene but Crystal and I would have had to take two entirely different routes. The solution was simple...

10/15/2015

I descended in elevation but I was not feeling any warmer. The day started with a little nip in the air. I believe a tiny cloud of frost formed in front of my face when I exhaled. The rays of the sun were out but they weren’t functioning at full capacity. I thanked Pauline for a moment before left her hotel. She was a sweet lady and you could tell she was very active in her community. I would miss the beds of the Super 8 in St. Regis. They had cradled my body and protected me from the chilly evening.

My road took me through the town and up a hill. The cold air tasted clean. My legs had a few incentives to keep moving. First, I needed to generate heat because I was running in the shadows of trees and hillside. My second incentive was to reach the Idaho/Montana border...

10/12/2015

The sun continued to shine and I wasn’t about to question the blessing. My day started with a trail that had been neglected for some time. Rocks had tumbled, weeds had sprouted, and blocks had been erected. The first stretch of the day was breathtaking. The clean mountain air pumped through my system. I hopped over obstacles and cut around protruding branches. I was like a mountain lion on the prowl. The brittle pine needles disintegrated under my feet despite my feathery steps. The hills in my periphery looked like stones and the forest green trees were like the moss. I had an eagle eye view of the world below. It was a privilege to step into the life of the creatures of the area.

After hitting a condemned tunnel and jumping over a few barbed wire fences, the trail let out r...