Wednesday was our “transition day”. There were some good sections of road down 95 and 55, but we made time where it was long and straight. But the scenery made up for anything the road didn’t. A lot of high speed sweepers, which were favored by the bigger bikes. At one point, there was a wolf jogging down the middle of the road. We stopped for lunch in McCall, ID and that’s when the rain started. It poured for the entire time we ate, so we hung out for a little bit. Sat around and old wood stove, warmed up, and waited for the water to dry up. They had a stuffed version of the wolf we had just seen.
Got back to it, but the temperature had not improved. Made a couple of quick stops, but the mindset was get back to the hotel before the rain picked up again.
We managed to check in, get the bikes put away, and it started raining again. But better then instead of while we were riding. Walked down to a restaurant near by, picked up some beer, and tried teaching Tyler the game of Euchre.
Thursday morning, we woke up to a good amount of rain. Judging by the radar, this cloud was going to follow our path. We were going to continually catch it the rest of the day, it did not look like fun. Plan B time. The next couple days, there was no rain predicted. If we’re going to be stranded somewhere, Boise is the best possibility. My brother also had some things to take care of for his new job. Obviously we were going to give him whatever time he needed to get that sorted out anyway. It really was a good call all around. So the bikes stayed put away, and we explored what Boise has to offer. We found a trolley tour of the city that left around 11 AM. The trolley took us around for about an hour and a half, explaining a lot of Boise’s history, architecture, and highlights of the town.
The start and end point of the tour was Joe’s Crab Shack. We were all a bit chilled after the ride and went to Joe’s to use the bathroom. We were greeted by a sign that said “½ price cocktails on Thursdays!”. Heh, game on! We were the only people in there and our bartender, Adam, made drinks that were well worth our while. Very heavy pours. After a couple of rounds, we spy a drink called a “Shark Bite” which is served in a glass the size of a fish bowl. I don’t remember what was win it, but tasted like blue Kool-Aid.
By 3 PM, we are lit. Next thing we decide to do is go to Boise State University and visit the “Smurf Turf”. Ubered a ride over to the field where we walked in. Asked the lady behind the counter if they had tours. She replied no, but there was a viewing area just outside that we could go look. We were the only ones there. There was a small gate preventing us from going on to the field. There was a lady working nearby, setting up cameras for CBS for the next game. I asked her about going on to the field. She said she didn’t work for the university, but was pretty sure we weren’t allowed out there. Brad looked at her and said “Are you the person that is going to let us on the field, or are you the person who is going to try and stop us?”;
We made it out to the 50 yard line, but no further. The lady that was behind the front desk saw what we had done and came out to yell at us. We promptly left that area, but stopped in the bookstore for some BSU souvenirs.
Since the current buzz was wearing off at this point, we found another bar that was doing a trivia contest. Geekswhodrink.com was hosting it. A fairly educated group of individuals, I’m proud to say we did not come in last place. Then we got more beer, went back to the hotel, played more Euchre and eventually went to bed.