Day one. 94 miles. I considered rounding the block a few times to get that century in, but then realized this is only day one. I’m certainly rubberlegged.

Saw one deer, two bald eagles and countless road kill. Ate peanut butter, drank coffee. Rakim, Led Zeppelin and The Black Keys provided enjoyment along my route.

Sandpoint is beautiful, I came in from the south over a very long bridge that gave me the full view. But this town of 6,000+ has no camping and no hostel, so I’m spending the night at the house of my very gracious host Paula. There is also a couple from Chicago staying here as well, and they are on the same route ad I am for the next few days.