We weren’t looking forward to the ride today. Long, flat highway miles describe my least favorite riding. But we had one thing going for us. The wind was at our backs and it was pushing hard.
As semi truck after semi truck whizzed by us on Highway 97 we whizzed down the road. Soft pedaling at 20 mph was about as much fun as I could have had on that busy highway. It was a relief that we that going for us. Otherwise, the day would have been demoralizing.
In Chemult we checked into a rundown but historic lodge. Chemult is a highway town, a rest stop for commercial drivers. Most of the buildings on the highway were locked up, long abandoned. Its oversized gas station with included Subway is probably the only commercial structure built in town in the last 50 years.
Our plan was to stay two nights indoors to avoid some bad weather coming through and to have a rest day. The forecast threatened near freezing temperatures and potential snow. We didn’t pack for four season camping so we retreated indoors.