A groggy start from Lenore campground gave way to humpy hills covered in matchstick trees. We covered 82 miles and met with kindness from strangers — Judy — a shop owner who gifted us $60 worth of smoked salmon, and Michelle, a veteran bike packer cross crossing the country. We also learned that Idahoan drivers are keen to encourage cyclists to get off of the road. Nevertheless, we carved up the pavement like a pasture raised rump roast with a side of mash and cruised all the way to Knife Edge State Park, where a stranger fetched us the water we needed and warned us about bears, much to Arthur’s chagrin. Onward we trek.