It is about Electrolytes

        It dawned on me that my legs were losing their punch at the same time I ran out performance powder for my water.  It took me two days of under 35 miles to get my strength back again. First thing before shoving off this morning, I pick up electrolyte powder and fortified all four of my water bottles. 

 Today, I rode 50 miles but mostly down hill arriving at Riggins, a town wedged between steep mountain slopes and  the Salmon river with steep hills beyond the river. The town can not be much more than a quarter mile wide if that much.  Despite Riggins being shoehorned into this narrow valley, the place is swarming with fishermen fishing for Salmon, big salmon.  As I road into town, I came upon cars and RVs parked the side of the road stretching a good quarter mile out of town. Greg and I stopped and asked what was going on. One enthusiastic fisherman held up a salmon for our inspections. These fish are huge and the river is teaming with them. Some people actually count on this brief period to stick their freezers with fish to help defray the cost of food.  The area has its share of people living on the edge.  I wonder what the billionaires are doing.

       Although the town is a hopping with fishermen for a few weeks with perfect weather to enjoy. Come summer, Riggins hovers around 110 degrees amid the winters as low as 20 below; no time to be in this neighborhood for very long.

         Greg and I sought out a place to crash for the evening.  The cook at the restaurant where we ate  invited us to stay in her house, a nice place around the corner.  The people are so trusting and friendly.  Do you hear that New England?! 

        Tomorrow we climb old route 95 seven miles to crest at the top by Grangeville.  These climbs are getting easier but not something I look forward to the night before.  Maybe we can log on another 25 miles given the steep  descent. No IPAs tonight for sure!