An early start proved very chilly but better than the midday heat. We climbed for the 24 miles over Ochoco Pass, then down and up to Mitchell (40 miles), then over Keyes Creek Pass - a steeper 7 mile climb from Mitchell - then up and down descent into Dayville. We met our first cross-country rider, Don, who was about 4 days from his finish line in Washington State. We also met a banjo player, Devon, who was coming from Flagstaff heading to Olympia. He was happy to see us after a few days alone in the desert. After a long, hot day of riding, the biker's hostel at the Presbysterian church was very welcoming. Eddie and I agreed to take our first day off and stay in Dayville.

I finally let go of the trip this morning and it happened. The moment unfolded in front of me and I could see the forests, the sky and the moon. I let go of the numbers, the dates, the expectations and the trip drew me into itself. It was beautiful.

Today's ride was slow in the morning with several rolling climbs. Cresting Keyes Summit the land fractured into plateaus of red and green rock formations. The road descended for about 20 miles following a river that seemed to flow up the gorge. Arriving in Dayville, we stopped at the first sign of refrigeration and picked up some of our favorite sodas, H. Weinhard's Root Beer. Sipping and seeping into our clothes we contemplated nothing except how obscenely hot it was.

We eventually navigated to the Presbyterian church which is one of the last beacons of trust in this nation. It is never locked and anyone can stay there free as long as you abide by some basic rules. A day off.