Eddie may need a new seat. He is having moderate to severe issues. Unless it has resolved, we will have to see what we can find in Twin Falls in a couple of days. Idaho is very desolate but my impressions are of desert and structure. Eddie is not too keen on Idaho thus far. His pain causes rants of profanities followed by utter silence as he tries to endure the pain until the next break. Wind, particularly crosswind and criss-crosswind, is becoming an increasingly prominent feature, especially here at Bruneau State Park. The wind is unpredictable and coupled with the trucks flying by at 70 mph…no shoulder.

This is a testament to pain. Today was an insufferable beating upon the root of my manhood. In the morning the grape sized swelling on my Achilles tendon was still tender as was the area affectionately known as the dirty inch. Brooks=Crooks. I was swindled by my own desire to ride on the beauty of a traditional leather saddle. Although the brooks saddles are attractive my wide birthing hips consumes the girth of the tanned hide and it pushes with such a quiet fortitude upon my man spirit that I can only whimper.

After a morning of bemoaning the pain and swearing every wholesome thing on earth we finally made it to what seemed to be a state park (even after being offered a ride with the Coke delivery man). Three miles off of State Hwy 78 is North America's largest dune structure. It is enormous and maintains its position because of 2 equally powerful but opposing wind patterns that cause the dunes to stand still. Who knows why we decided to stop at the most desert like place in an already heat burdened day. Maybe because the next campsite was 30 miles away, or that I couldn't ride anymore, or the simple fact that the dunes were one of the most beautiful natural structures we had seen so far.