There was a slight chill in the air so we were glad that Mike invited us in for a breakfast of waffles, eggs and bacon. If we hadn’t had a schedule, we might have spent the day with him. He was happy for the company and even offered to drive us and our things to Colville later that day. While he was a really nice guy, I wanted to ride. We would be climbing the first of several passes and I enjoy the challenge of a long climb. He did take us to the end of his drive as he had insisted we not take our things out of the back of his truck the night before.
The 2000ft we gained on the climb was a similar amount to on Going to the Sun in Glacier, but it was a faster ascent. It was of a similar grade, around 6%, but with grey skies and lots of trees down the sides of the road there weren’t too many viewing points to stop at. In fact, I don’t remember stopping once on the way up. The most memorable part of the climb was when we got to around 3200ft the we dropped back down to 2900ft which I found annoying. Having worked to gain elevation, I don’t like to see it go so quickly before peaking. A constant climb is great when it’s at such a manageable grade. I know when I hit mountains with 10%+ sections I’ll be glad to have it flatten out to give my legs some time to recover but not on climbs like this.
After peaking we had a good descent for about 8-9 miles and then turned north to find a tailwind which made the ride to Colville so easy. I had thought of stopping for something to eat between Chewelah and Colville, but with the wind blowing like it was I was happy to keep going as C wanted. Being 8 hours behind the UK she had been eager to get to the McDonalds in Colville and make calls back home before it got too late.
After stopping in McDonalds we headed north to Pinkney City and the Barton farm. Our host that evening would be Angie, the lady with the largest forearms C has ever seen. We got a tour of the farm and got to see some slightly unexpected creatures including emus, peacocks and a bald chicken. C wanted to try the farmhand life and so spent the evening stacking bails, the secret to Angie’s forearms. I on the other hand had a blog to catch up on and a route to plan! We were treated to a delicious dinner filled with things off the farm to end a very pleasant evening.