Eric here. Carson is napping; our motel room door here in Arco, Idaho (the first city to be lit entirely by Atomic Power!) is open, and the breeze is blowing in the quiet sounds of a small town.
Today was planned to be about 66 miles, but after 50, we (oh, all right... CARSON) had a brilliant idea: why not trade the last section of monotonous Idaho-way for a bike through the nearby Craters of the Moon National Monument, the "weirdest 75 square miles on the face of the earth?" Well, that's exactly what we proceeded to do, and the result was some of the most fun we've had on the trip. The volcanic rock formations (formed long ago from 'liquid hot magma'), juxtaposed with
wildflowers, spindly trees, blue-white-black skies, a brief downpour, slick roads, elderly tourists, campers, and gung-ho mountain bikers who wanted to know where we started our trip ("Idaho Falls," I said, and then paused, and corrected myself: "Boston!"), made for an otherworldly, but very enjoyable, afternoon. Carson is convinced that the loop road should host a cycling time trial.
The Atomic Burger here in Arco was a bust, and we briefly considered going to the Atomic Motor Raceway but were dissuaded by their web site, which featured an exploding mushroom cloud, flaming radiation signs, and an admonition that, "If you attend the race PLEASE TRY TO GET ALONG WITH ONE ANOTHER." Whoa. Maybe cribbage will be a better way to round out the day.
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