<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 09:26:56 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>I want to ride my bicycle...</title><description>Robyn and Alana are setting off on June 17th for biking adventure from Vancouver, Canada to Moab, Utah and then on to the races on the Bonneville Salt Flats to cheer on Randy and his crew!</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (I'm not lost, I'm just exploring)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-4960913721347296979</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-14T12:13:58.226-07:00</atom:updated><title>We made it to the Salt Flats!!!!</title><description>In Salt Lake City, Robyn and I split up for a day. She had to meet Ray at the airport and I had to head to Ogden to pick up the bikes and trailers so that we could get them to Bonneville the next day so that Randy and Werner could take them home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHx5m_wH6I/AAAAAAAAArY/cI7bJh_K9-U/s1600-h/987579551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHx5m_wH6I/AAAAAAAAArY/cI7bJh_K9-U/s320/987579551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098622225182891938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nice visit in Ogden with Erica and a great time on the Wendover shuttle bus, playing bingo with the old casino addicts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all met up in Wendover and after loading the bike onto Randy's van and checking out the salt flats, Randy treated us to a buffet dinner. We ended up staying so long that we had to be asked to leave since they were closing! Oh and there was a chocolate fountain...my first ever, super exciting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some fun taking some perspective photos on the salt flats...here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHx5m_wH5I/AAAAAAAAArQ/K7yzV3W1dGg/s1600-h/944469551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHx5m_wH5I/AAAAAAAAArQ/K7yzV3W1dGg/s320/944469551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098622225182891922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHxum_wHzI/AAAAAAAAAqg/J_LxLtPeYQI/s1600-h/304579551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHxum_wHzI/AAAAAAAAAqg/J_LxLtPeYQI/s320/304579551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098622036204330802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHxum_wH0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/R2muipkBFkA/s1600-h/376989551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHxum_wH0I/AAAAAAAAAqo/R2muipkBFkA/s320/376989551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098622036204330818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHx5G_wH2I/AAAAAAAAAq4/xjUQ3m3uzdo/s1600-h/675079551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHx5G_wH2I/AAAAAAAAAq4/xjUQ3m3uzdo/s320/675079551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098622216592957282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we camped on the salt flats. The next morning we went for a swim and then headed out to the pit with Randy and Werner to see what was going on at the races and take some more photos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHx5W_wH3I/AAAAAAAAArA/TfCPcdPO7yY/s1600-h/703279551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHx5W_wH3I/AAAAAAAAArA/TfCPcdPO7yY/s320/703279551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098622220887924594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHx5W_wH4I/AAAAAAAAArI/iyhG4WFx5Uk/s1600-h/765789551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHx5W_wH4I/AAAAAAAAArI/iyhG4WFx5Uk/s320/765789551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098622220887924610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHxuW_wHxI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/K9AeOLMWjOs/s1600-h/125649551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHxuW_wHxI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/K9AeOLMWjOs/s320/125649551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098622031909363474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHxuW_wHyI/AAAAAAAAAqY/faG2Ne8UWMs/s1600-h/176769551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHxuW_wHyI/AAAAAAAAAqY/faG2Ne8UWMs/s320/176769551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098622031909363490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Randy will not be racing until October, we headed off for Zion in the afternoon...it took us about 7 hrs of driving...but it is well worth it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHxum_wH1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/JQ6dok-JRH4/s1600-h/484649551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHxum_wH1I/AAAAAAAAAqw/JQ6dok-JRH4/s320/484649551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098622036204330834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-4960913721347296979?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-made-it-to-salt-flats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I'm not lost, I'm just exploring)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHx5m_wH6I/AAAAAAAAArY/cI7bJh_K9-U/s72-c/987579551208_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-1283275059477389071</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 18:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-14T12:42:11.151-07:00</atom:updated><title>CSI Pilgrimage; In the shadow of Grisham</title><description>So after spending less than a day at the overly busy South Rim of the Grand Canyon, we headed to the even busier Las Vegas...you have to go there at least once in your life, right?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who we were meant to be couchsurfing with ended up being kicked out of his apartment, so we were lucky that another couchsurfer, Tim, was able to host us for the first night. He even took us for a walk down the strip and it was really interesting since he knew lots about the things that had happened...so we got the inside scoop on all the hotels and stuff. Also we ate some really yummy Indian food, which was really good after our Kraft Dinner diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHvDW_wHvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Rd4Im5u5RDk/s1600-h/786119551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHvDW_wHvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Rd4Im5u5RDk/s320/786119551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098619094151732978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHu42_wHqI/AAAAAAAAApY/Nc6f2OclWRs/s1600-h/191119551208_0_ALB%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHu42_wHqI/AAAAAAAAApY/Nc6f2OclWRs/s320/191119551208_0_ALB%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098618913763106466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHu5m_wHuI/AAAAAAAAAp4/18h4C-scji8/s1600-h/586119551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHu5m_wHuI/AAAAAAAAAp4/18h4C-scji8/s320/586119551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098618926648008418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim had suggested that we get in contact with two other couchsurferes, Cindy and Andy....and they offered to let us stay with them for a couple of nights (which turned out to be four nights, but who's counting right). Cindy and Andy were super cool people and we had a lot of fun just hanging out with them, being treated to some yummy buffets and throwing paper airplanes of the balcony of the 21st floor apartment building. They were able to get us some tickets to an improv show at the Flamingo, Granville Island is still better though. On Friday, after stuffing ourselves at the buffet, Robyn and I went to Bikrim Hot Yoga with Cindy. It was really great, although it is not advisable to eat so much before going. One night we went out to a small bar called the Double Down (according to the sign outside, it is the happiest place on earth, and maybe the only place where you can order a bacon martini and an ass juice) to see a burlesque roller derby show. Robyn had a great time, but I ended up having to head out before they actually got organized enough to put the show on (the lady in the tutu and puffy wig kept announcing in the microphone..."if you are taking you clothes off tonight, please come up to the front"...while the performers seemed more interested in eating pizza and chatting with their friends) 'cause it was too smoky for me to breathe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHvDm_wHwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Qpssi53s6JM/s1600-h/829629551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHvDm_wHwI/AAAAAAAAAqI/Qpssi53s6JM/s320/829629551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098619098446700290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHu5W_wHtI/AAAAAAAAApw/rVQ0kVc7RNw/s1600-h/569859551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHu5W_wHtI/AAAAAAAAApw/rVQ0kVc7RNw/s320/569859551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098618922353041106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically we spent most of our time wandering the Las Vegas strip, checking out the craziness that is the different hotels. We also played some slot machines and drank some 99 cent margaritas one night...we ended up loosing about 7 dollars on the penny slots...although at one point we were up by $4.24. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHu42_wHrI/AAAAAAAAApg/pu2IZ1F3bJ4/s1600-h/217329551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHu42_wHrI/AAAAAAAAApg/pu2IZ1F3bJ4/s320/217329551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098618913763106482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHu42_wHsI/AAAAAAAAApo/woontWYcOB8/s1600-h/345329551208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHu42_wHsI/AAAAAAAAApo/woontWYcOB8/s320/345329551208_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098618913763106498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy and Andy live in the Signature, some apartment buildings at the MGM Grand Hotel. We got to use the pool at the MGM Grand, which was fun for a bit, but super crowded. We also got to use the gym, which is insane...every machine has its own TV with a ton of channels...you can also get bottled water (the tap water in Vegas is the worst tasting water ever), apples and iced towels...we tried everything except for the iced towels, we were not too sure what to do with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early on Saturday morning we had a crazy, police filled Greyhound Bus ride between Las Vegas and Salt Lake City. I don't even know where to begin....I won't get into the odd people who were on the bus, just the problems that seemed to arise...first we had to wait for some cops to come and arrest some people for some unknown reason, then we had to make an unscheduled stop since the bus seemed to be overheating and then, in the middle of nowhere Utah, some guy decided to smoke some pot in the bathroom. Although it was his 3rd or 4th time of the trip, almost everyone on the bus freaked out! A lady with a baby got up immediately and was like, "Did you just smoke pot with my baby on the bus???". Everyone was freaking out, and shouting, kick him off! So then we had to wait while the cops came and did a urine sample and then, I am assuming, took him to jail. WOW! Some people found this so exciting and it was the talk of the bus, people were calling home on their cell phones to share the days excitement. The thing that I found really funny was that after testing the guy for drugs, the cop came on the bus and actually asked us if anyone else had any other illegal substances...what did he expect, that someone was going to stand up and say, "Oh! I have some cocaine in my bag right here, arrest me" ??!!??!!??!!??!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-1283275059477389071?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/08/csi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I'm not lost, I'm just exploring)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RsHvDW_wHvI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Rd4Im5u5RDk/s72-c/786119551208_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-5682333912138392359</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Aug 2007 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-08T19:49:46.872-07:00</atom:updated><title>Scat; it's not just for fun anymore</title><description>Hitchhiking out of Zion was more interesting than we had originally expected. As we were packing to go, three very "keen" park rangers had a guy pulled over on the side of the road beside us and in handcuffs for a good 45min. As we were taking the shuttle to the park exit, we saw them still there. Then, just as we had started to thumb for rides, one of those rangers sped past us trying to pull over an SUV who had no room on the shoulder to stop. When the SUV finally reached a pull-out, the ranger, trying to be cool, spun into an empty space beside him - except that it wasn't a parking spot and he ended up stranded high and dry on top of a very large  square red boulder.  It was noisy and dusty and we found it thoroughly hilarious, but this left us trying to hitchhike beside seven park rangers attempting to rescue their beached patrol car. Understandably, not many people were willing to stop for us right in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over an hour later we eventually did get a ride (after turning down a ride from a nice Asian guy who tried to put his teenaged daughters in the trunk so that he could fit us in). We had decided to try to get to the south rim of the Grand Canyon, but later that day we got a ride with some cool Californians and their dogs who were going to the north rim so we decided to go there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp8rDLR_8I/AAAAAAAAADw/ManEGWgnvbc/s1600-h/269187531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp8rDLR_8I/AAAAAAAAADw/ManEGWgnvbc/s320/269187531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096523007351979970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp8rDLR_9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/uq6on4m8-oM/s1600-h/469187531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp8rDLR_9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/uq6on4m8-oM/s320/469187531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096523007351979986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp8rTLR_-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0untkzOV10Q/s1600-h/559187531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp8rTLR_-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/0untkzOV10Q/s320/559187531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096523011646947298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still having the idea in the back of our minds that it would be interesting to hike across from the north rim to the south rim, we went to the backcountry office the next day and were able to get permits to do it. Woohoo!!  We shipped some excess luggage to the south rim (including pottery and books), bought some Kraft Dinner and Reese's Pieces cups, and were ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an incredible hike. The trail down from the north rim was very steep, with good views and a ranger station at the bottom with iced lemonade.  Can't get much  better than that. We spent the first night at Cottonwood campground, which was very quiet and had a nice stream to bathe in. From camp, we watched the helicopter recovery mission of some guy who'd fallen 300 ft from the upper rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp9dDLR__I/AAAAAAAAAEI/SCxhNBjML8Q/s1600-h/289187531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp9dDLR__I/AAAAAAAAAEI/SCxhNBjML8Q/s320/289187531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096523866345439218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp9dTLSAAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YMip7ovWkC4/s1600-h/910287531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp9dTLSAAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/YMip7ovWkC4/s320/910287531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096523870640406530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the very bottom of the canyon, next to the Colorado river, is Phantom Ranch - a place where fat lazy people ride to on mules to spend the night in cabins. We camped next to it in the Bright Angel campground and had the extreme good fortune to be there while they had two breaks in the water pipeline, so the ranch had to be evacuated and we were left to ourselves since we had water purification drops. Score!!! We took a rest day down there, and since it was 118 degreed Fahrenheit (about 48 C), we spent four whole hours amusing ourselves by sitting in Bright Angel creek. One of the pipeline breaks was right beside our watery hangout, so we got to watch as helicopters dangling generators and welding supplies dropped them off to workers 30 or 40 feet from where we were sitting (and right against the base of a cliff). The helicopters were so close that they sprayed dirt and water and leaves into our eyes, but it was super cool. Not something you see every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp-_TLSACI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SQSZwRv5jcQ/s1600-h/169778531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp-_TLSACI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SQSZwRv5jcQ/s320/169778531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096525554267586594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp-_DLSABI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kLVoQG-xEmg/s1600-h/144548531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp-_DLSABI/AAAAAAAAAEY/kLVoQG-xEmg/s320/144548531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096525549972619282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp-_TLSADI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7cVu7nTvZZM/s1600-h/371618531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp-_TLSADI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7cVu7nTvZZM/s320/371618531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096525554267586610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp-_jLSAEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TtJmsac-uXc/s1600-h/544548531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp-_jLSAEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/TtJmsac-uXc/s320/544548531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096525558562553922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hike out turned out to be a lot easier than we had been expecting it to be. After hiking down, our calves were super sore and stiff for days, but going back uphill didn't do that to us. We started at 5:30am to try to beat the heat and it was a bit of a cloudy day so the heat never was a problem. We practically ran up the side of the cliff - it was pretty funny. Especially Alana, since she was carrying the big backpack which looked huge but was probably only about 15 or 20kg. So many people commented on how such a small person shouldn't be carrying such a large backpack. I started to develop a guilt complex, even though I was carrying my share of the weight distributed between two smaller bags on front and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RrqACDLSAFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XKNxWErKjLE/s1600-h/100878531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RrqACDLSAFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XKNxWErKjLE/s320/100878531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096526701023854674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RrqACTLSAJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T-eBHEFgno8/s1600-h/899778531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RrqACTLSAJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/T-eBHEFgno8/s320/899778531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096526705318822034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RrqACDLSAHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8YnOQlHoI14/s1600-h/300878531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RrqACDLSAHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8YnOQlHoI14/s320/300878531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096526701023854706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The south rim, unlike the north rim where we barely saw anyone, was packed with tourists. They were annoying, but funny. There were a lot of Europeans there who assumed that we couldn't understand what they were saying. Two of the best examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(spoken by a French man to his family of young children) "I almost climbed up Mount Everest! We can't let those girls beat us! Hurry up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(spoken by a German to his young son who was whining) "You see those two girls with the huge backpacks? They have problems, not YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was awesome. We did the climb in 4.5 hours, and even got to see a rattlesnake up close at the bottom around 6am. Finally, the first rattlesnake we saw after 4 weeks in the desert!! Such a beautiful animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RrqACDLSAGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GG-4l_9rBj4/s1600-h/279778531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RrqACDLSAGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/GG-4l_9rBj4/s320/279778531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096526701023854690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd heard that it wasn't legal to hitchhike in National Parks in Arizona and that they arrested a lot of people, so we decided to stand around asking people for rides as they left the campground. That's not hitchhiking, is it? Either way, it worked and we met a great family from the Netherlands who were really fun to talk to. Hitching is so much more rewarding than taking the bus! They showed us photos and convinced us that we have to go explore a place called Antelope Canyon, so we're going to drag Ray along with us next week to check it out.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RrqACTLSAII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8Xy2c9VeNG8/s1600-h/417168531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RrqACTLSAII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/8Xy2c9VeNG8/s320/417168531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096526705318822018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-5682333912138392359?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/08/scat-its-not-just-for-fun-anymore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp8rDLR_8I/AAAAAAAAADw/ManEGWgnvbc/s72-c/269187531208_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-1747880060246834680</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2007 22:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-08T19:29:26.218-07:00</atom:updated><title>Arches to Zion</title><description>Hey! It looks like we've let it get to be a long time between posts - oops! Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 18th we went into Salt Lake City with Erica to do some sightseeing and catch the shuttle to Moab from the airport. Salt Lake City is quite... Mormon. Most people dress conservatively, many of the men wearing white dress shirts and dark pants, and it's very clean. Visiting the Mormon temples is a main attraction, as is the new shopping development built for the Olympics. Interesting to visit, but just another city. It would probably get really boring really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5wyPy32UI/AAAAAAAAABg/i_3zaNUq9jc/s1600-h/511475980208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5wyPy32UI/AAAAAAAAABg/i_3zaNUq9jc/s320/511475980208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093132237138286914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moab, however, is AWESOME. It's a hippie-ish, artsy little town surrounded by red rock desert. We stayed with a really cool couchsurfer and through him got so meet some other cool people. His ex-roommate Sarah even let us borrow her car for three days! Us being us, we of course managed to get a flat tire within the first ten minutes...  bringing out total to 26 bicycle tire flats and 1 car flat. Yay, us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5x8vy32VI/AAAAAAAAABo/A3WeU7jX1fU/s1600-h/885426980208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5x8vy32VI/AAAAAAAAABo/A3WeU7jX1fU/s320/885426980208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093133517038541138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a car in Moab was a huge bonus, because the parks are pretty spread out and designed for drivers, not hikers. There would have been a lot of hot, dusty, frustrating hitchhiking going on if we hadn't had a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, how to describe the parks??? I think I'll just give a brief description and then post some pictures to do the rest of the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arches National Park, just 5 miles north of Moab, is known for it's... wait for it... arches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5yO_y32WI/AAAAAAAAABw/lTbNnl62UTM/s1600-h/965548980208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5yO_y32WI/AAAAAAAAABw/lTbNnl62UTM/s320/965548980208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093133830571153762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5yk_y32XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ApOQ1Fj3Wa0/s1600-h/169183090208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5yk_y32XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ApOQ1Fj3Wa0/s320/169183090208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093134208528275826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5y2Py32YI/AAAAAAAAACA/9gW1yckXcdE/s1600-h/676450090208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5y2Py32YI/AAAAAAAAACA/9gW1yckXcdE/s320/676450090208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093134504881019266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canyonlands National Park is split by the Colorado and Green River canyons so you can access it from three sides but can't cross through the middle of it. The "Island in the Sky" area is a small web-like maze of mesa standing up above all of the surrounding canyons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5zIfy32ZI/AAAAAAAAACI/kfKOf5PyXNY/s1600-h/579646090208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5zIfy32ZI/AAAAAAAAACI/kfKOf5PyXNY/s320/579646090208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093134818413631890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5zMPy32aI/AAAAAAAAACQ/N0Qt2wQMimI/s1600-h/764659090208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5zMPy32aI/AAAAAAAAACQ/N0Qt2wQMimI/s320/764659090208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093134882838141346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5zjvy32bI/AAAAAAAAACY/910WkdbanQU/s1600-h/999551190208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5zjvy32bI/AAAAAAAAACY/910WkdbanQU/s320/999551190208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093135286565067186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Needles" park of Canyonlands is south of Island in the Sky and full of red hoodoos capped with white, mushroom-shaped sandstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5zwPy32cI/AAAAAAAAACg/02vIZEZIVA4/s1600-h/858442190208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5zwPy32cI/AAAAAAAAACg/02vIZEZIVA4/s320/858442190208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093135501313432002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5z8_y32dI/AAAAAAAAACo/7Bx55keBX68/s1600-h/860291190208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5z8_y32dI/AAAAAAAAACo/7Bx55keBX68/s320/860291190208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093135720356764114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq50Hfy32eI/AAAAAAAAACw/d3EXamrYQrc/s1600-h/409342190208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq50Hfy32eI/AAAAAAAAACw/d3EXamrYQrc/s320/409342190208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093135900745390562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce Canyon is southwest of Moab and is not so much a "canyon" as it is a series of horseshoe-shaped bowls full of jagged hoodoos. The park sits up on an 8,000- to 9,000-foot mesa and you can hike from various points down through and among the hoodoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp52zLR_4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/wGejHbyS_B4/s1600-h/596336531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp52zLR_4I/AAAAAAAAADQ/wGejHbyS_B4/s320/596336531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096519910680559490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp52TLR_1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/zBlJG6JHSUs/s1600-h/486336531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp52TLR_1I/AAAAAAAAAC4/zBlJG6JHSUs/s320/486336531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096519902090624850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp52jLR_2I/AAAAAAAAADA/E0KJ6TGJm14/s1600-h/672007531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp52jLR_2I/AAAAAAAAADA/E0KJ6TGJm14/s320/672007531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096519906385592162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp52jLR_3I/AAAAAAAAADI/qagKe2b_998/s1600-h/953935531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp52jLR_3I/AAAAAAAAADI/qagKe2b_998/s320/953935531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096519906385592178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zion National Park (even farther southwest)  is a deep canyon carved out by the little Virgin River between incredibly high sheer cliffs of Navajo sandstone. Sorry, we don't have any pictures of Bryce or Zion uploaded yet, but when we do we'll post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp6TzLR_5I/AAAAAAAAADY/LPjUjoEa9Bg/s1600-h/822096531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp6TzLR_5I/AAAAAAAAADY/LPjUjoEa9Bg/s320/822096531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096520408896765842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp6UDLR_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/OPFuL3ZekNQ/s1600-h/765877531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp6UDLR_6I/AAAAAAAAADg/OPFuL3ZekNQ/s320/765877531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096520413191733154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp6UTLR_7I/AAAAAAAAADo/6qFrA7SW7w8/s1600-h/103007531208_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rrp6UTLR_7I/AAAAAAAAADo/6qFrA7SW7w8/s320/103007531208_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096520417486700466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we left Moab we've been hitchhiking to get where to want to go. It's been working out quite well for us! It's usually pretty easy to get a ride, since there isn't any public transportation around here and quite a few people do it. Also, we've met a whole bunch of cool people along the way who've told us a lot of very interesting things about the area. One time, a nice guy named Eric actually drove 50 miles past his destination so that he could drop us off at Bryce Canyon. We managed to convince him to come into the park with us, and we had a great time hiking together and chatting. These are the kind of experiences that make hitchhiking so much more worthwhile and interesting than just taking a regular, boring old bus!  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been in Zion for three nights already now, and will be heading out again tomorrow. Our plan is to hitchhike down to the Grand Canyon, then to Las Vegas where we have a place to stay right on the strip with another couchsurfer. Should be fun! We're going to take advantage of all the free/cheap stuff provided for the gamblers without gambling. Well, maybe a few nickel slots so that they'll bring us some of those Long Island iced teas  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying to figure out if we'll be able to hike down from the north rim of the Grand Canyon and then back up the south rim, rather than hitching all the way around the outside... hmm... need more info. That would be pretty cool, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now! Hope everybody's doing well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-1747880060246834680?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/07/arches-to-zion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rq5wyPy32UI/AAAAAAAAABg/i_3zaNUq9jc/s72-c/511475980208_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-2668510643674178441</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2007 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-30T16:38:57.213-07:00</atom:updated><title>Finishing Photos</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RqTQt2_wHpI/AAAAAAAAApQ/k3yVmKm_DJw/s1600-h/P1010730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RqTQt2_wHpI/AAAAAAAAApQ/k3yVmKm_DJw/s320/P1010730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090422965111103122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RqTP72_wHmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/NlrB4l_WZEw/s1600-h/P1010725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RqTP72_wHmI/AAAAAAAAAo4/NlrB4l_WZEw/s320/P1010725.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090422106117643874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RqTP92_wHnI/AAAAAAAAApA/BustOdztTVc/s1600-h/P1010727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RqTP92_wHnI/AAAAAAAAApA/BustOdztTVc/s320/P1010727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090422140477382258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RqTP_W_wHoI/AAAAAAAAApI/D6hzCfR0F5w/s1600-h/P1010728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RqTP_W_wHoI/AAAAAAAAApI/D6hzCfR0F5w/s320/P1010728.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090422166247186050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our obligatory "Conquering Heros" photos that we took at our final destination in Ogden, Utah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-2668510643674178441?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/07/mandatory-conquering-heros-photos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I'm not lost, I'm just exploring)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RqTQt2_wHpI/AAAAAAAAApQ/k3yVmKm_DJw/s72-c/P1010730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-7708015408861010469</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 20:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T14:18:05.633-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mission #1 Accomplished</title><description>So, we're in Utah! Sweaty, exhausted, and cured like jerky from smoke coming off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;scrub&lt;/span&gt; fires, but here nevertheless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087905269210306786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rpve4q4eWOI/AAAAAAAAABA/ij2lHVZJJ2c/s320/P1010718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bike ride into Utah was pretty rough. That area is known for it's high winds and dust storms, and although we were lucky to not run into any dust storms there was a strong headwind the whole hilly 90km. Add to that the smoke and smell of charred cattle blowing at us from the hills and you might be able to justify our shoddy appearance afterwards =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so exhausted when we finally arrived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Snowville&lt;/span&gt;, 7 miles across the state line into Utah, that we could barely talk. We even broke down and stayed in a motel room (Alana's dad gave us credit for 3 to 5 nights in a motel room as a gift - best gift ever!!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087905703002003698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RpvfR64eWPI/AAAAAAAAABI/uTZrl26dLOQ/s320/P1010719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087906033714485506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RpvflK4eWQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KeBRMuQZvPQ/s320/P1010721.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We made the best of our time at the motel. I calculated that I slept for about 13 hours before we checked out the next day. We decided that we didn't have the legs left on us to do the 70miles to Erica's house in one day, so we decided to split it into two days and rather than checking out early we would wait out the heat in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Snowville&lt;/span&gt; then cycle to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tremonton&lt;/span&gt; in the evening. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of words about road quality in Utah: &lt;em&gt;they suck&lt;/em&gt;. Plus, miles seem to be longer here than in other states. Seriously. It's not heat stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Snowville&lt;/span&gt; we climbed to around 5,000 or 5,500 ft and then got to "enjoy" 10km of downhill into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tremonton&lt;/span&gt;. Only on Utah-quality roads would we wish that we were going uphill again instead of downhill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tremonton&lt;/span&gt; we found a luxury campsite for ourselves in the parking lot behind the Sinclair gas station between some old cars. There was actually a campsite in town, but trust us when we say that our gas station suite was in way better condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087906295707490578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rpvf0a4eWRI/AAAAAAAAABY/ShZXAdaYkDE/s320/P1010723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Saturday morning we biked to Ogden! We got to Erica's place right at noon and have been overstaying our welcome ever since. =P It's been wonderful to relax for a bit, meet new people and eat real food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total cycling distance: 1688km. Total number of flat tires: 24 (with one flat caused by four separate punctures). Total amount of sunscreen used: 746&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ml&lt;/span&gt; (probably not enough, if compared to the amount of peeling skin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're using our time here to make plans for stage 2. It's harder than we had expected to get around southern Utah without a car. There's practically no public transportation, so we're pretty much just going to head down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt; to see what we can work out from down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-7708015408861010469?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/07/halfway-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rpve4q4eWOI/AAAAAAAAABA/ij2lHVZJJ2c/s72-c/P1010718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-3479998899683540016</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2007 19:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-16T13:43:23.865-07:00</atom:updated><title>The many disasters that are Alana!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpvYIzw4X9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/X7v5UDLJwwA/s1600-h/P1010710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpvYIzw4X9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/X7v5UDLJwwA/s320/P1010710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087897849890889682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near Glenns Ferry, Idaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpvYJDw4X-I/AAAAAAAAAow/cUFvqa11dFQ/s1600-h/P1010715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpvYJDw4X-I/AAAAAAAAAow/cUFvqa11dFQ/s320/P1010715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087897854185856994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alana's Eye patch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after our luxury night in Mountain Home Idaho, we were feeling pretty good and squeaky clean. It did not last long. We were heading up a small hill, just outside of a town called Glenns Ferry when my knee went all strange and then I could not move it, I could not stand on it and ouch it hurt like crazy. We turned around and coasted down the hill to the medical clinic in Glenns Ferry. By the time we got there, I was fine. I can't even hurt myself properly! At that point it was too hot to keep going, so we spent the hottest part of the day under a tree in front of the medical clinic enjoying the shade, an old lady's dirty jokes and some yummy diner sandwiches. As the weather cooled down we were able to start going again and found a patch of grass behind a gas station in Bliss, Idaho. The next day, just as we had passed Twin Falls, the air quality turned to complete crap and I started to have alot of breathing problems. It was not a full on asthma attack, but I knew that one was coming. 40 kms later we pulled into some small no name place near Hazelton where there was meant to be a campground, but there was not. As we were looking around for a place to camp (and I was still having an asthma attack), a lady pulled over to help us out. She informed me that there was a really nice campsite "just past the gas station, at the top of the big hill on the left." She also let me know that her son and three grandchildren were staying there and told me a bit about her family. Robyn and I headed up the big hill...that was not really a big hill (in the heat of the day) and saw nothing. By this time we just needed to stop riding and find a place to settle for the night. We stopped at the nearest house and asked if there was a campsite around, they informed us that there was no campsite anywhere around this area, so we asked to sleep in their backyard. Later, I was at the gas station and I was talking to an employee, I was telling her how some lady had told me that her son and grandchildren were staying in a campsite that we never found. The lady at the gas station laughed...she was like, "I see that you have met Mandy, she is convinced that she has a son and grand kids, sometimes she will introduce them to you, she comes in here all the time and buys them drinks and candy, but really she does not even have a son". She was even able to describe the lady's car and her looks. She informed me that they know she was bound to cause some trouble sooner or later. Crazyness! So we ended up camping at the home of a Mexican family with two crazy Chihuahuas, one named PeeWee who loved to bark at us. Once again we seem to have entered a state where campsite are really hard to find...Bonus points to Oregon for making like so much easier (although more expensive). The next day we made an amazing discovery...do not eat chips for breakfast, ice cream and fries for a snack and then chips and salsa for lunch...it does not make you stomach very happy. Then to end our day of healthy eating we had some Kraft dinner!!!!!! Damn gas station food. We figured that you know you have been on the road too long when you see a gas station and think cool let's stock up for dinner! That afternoon we made it to a rest stop in the middle of nowhere. There was not campsites for miles and we had to be as close as possible to make the crossing into Utah easier. We had a pretty inspirational afternoon people watching at the rest stop, that ended with two conclusions: 1) (talking about the thigh) Robyn: "If I was going to eat a fat person, that would be the part I would eat, In fact I kinda WANT to eat her thigh!" and 2)We are going to go on a tour of Brigham Young Mormon University in our bathing suits with our bike rashed butts hanging out, drinking beer and playing cards. That night we ended up sleeping behind the men's bathroom, seriously the best place to crash at this reat stop. I woke up in the morning with the sorest eye. I quickly took out my contact, but still I was not able to see or really open my eye and it felt like it was really swollen. After pouring bottled water and contact lens solution, we covered it up with a nomad scarf and continued packing the trailers. When we were getting ready to leave, my eye was still not better so we had to bandage it up and go. Hmmmmmmm, all I know is that sometimes I think that my body is trying to tell me..."Exercise......what???? You are a Menges, sit at home and watch TV, maybe go shopping or out to dinner, but whatever you don DON'T EXERCISE!" To make matters more Alana-ish we also had to patch the inside of my tire since some metal wire type things started sticking out and my sleeping bag is constantly wet and damp from some unknown source. Good thing Robyn really wanted to make it to Utah cause I certainly was not going to make it easy. Oh yeah, now all is well, knee, eye and breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-3479998899683540016?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/07/many-disasters-that-are-alana.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I'm not lost, I'm just exploring)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpvYIzw4X9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/X7v5UDLJwwA/s72-c/P1010710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-5318430458854881836</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-08T20:12:57.634-07:00</atom:updated><title>What's next?</title><description>Over the past little while, we've realized that we're making much better progress that we had anticipated. Also, we've decided to leave the bikes in Ogden (just north of Salt Lake City) because of the heat and logistics of keeping the bikes safe while hiking and transporting them back north on a vehicle. So, that means that we're well ahead of schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biking part of our trip really has been fabulous. We've seen some gorgeous scenery and it's a neat feeling to have seen the progression of the landscape all the way from the Pacific Northwest to this desert landscape. There's such a feeling of freedom, being able to choose where to go each day, and such a feeling of accomplishment to have done it all under our very own power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we'll probably be arriving in Ogden this coming weekend (if we can dawdle enough until Erica gets home), our current plan is to spend some time with Erica and then head down to Moab for a couple of weeks of hiking, then try to get to some other parks -Bryce Canyon and Zion Nat'l park. Ray will be flying into Salt Lake City early on August 12th, and his current instructions are to meet us in Zion. This plan changes daily, of course, as we are constantly trying to pack as many adventures into this trip as possible. Then, with the car he's renting, we'll drive around to see some more sights (maybe the Grand Canyon??) and then north to the Bonneville Salt Flats to watch the car races for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to have more time than we actually need because we don't have to worry about being on time, or about keeping to a schedule. It's a much freer way to travel - and how often can you take a 2 month break where you just don't have to stress about anything and can enjoy what you're doing in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much to do down there, the world is so exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-5318430458854881836?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-next.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-8565285597641926268</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 02:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-08T20:16:17.001-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mountain Home Hospitality</title><description>We're in Mountain Home tonight, staying with a life-saving guy named Steve. We biked here this morning from Boise and spent the hot hours enjoying the air-conditioned luxury of McDonald's, Wendy's, and Walmart, not worrying about finding a campsite for the night since there were three in town. Once we started looking for a place for the night, however, we found that we couldn't stay at any of them (for various reasons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a bit stuck, so we went back to the Walmart where we had been talking to some very friendly people to see if they had any suggestions of government land, etc, where we could stay for the night. Steve thought about it for a little bit, then started to draw a map. His coworker said, "Where are you sending them?", and it turned out that the map was to Steve's house, where he has pampered us with every luxury that two tired bikers could want (chocolate mint ice cream, couch with fan, bed, showers, laundry, internet, two cute dogs, and good conversation) plus several things that we don't know what to do with (hair dryer, epsom salts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's an amazing person (former cop and member of the Air Force) and it's very funny that he seems concerned that we trust him and keeps warning us to not trust strangers. Teehee. He's got kids our age and I bet he's glad they're not wandering like we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Steve, and don't worry - we'll pay it forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-8565285597641926268?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/07/mountain-home-hospitality.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-7245016300655849989</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 01:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-09T05:59:50.722-07:00</atom:updated><title>into Idaho</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpGrg4i4m-I/AAAAAAAAAog/RJJsTHqGJ8U/s1600-h/P1010709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085034035700866018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpGrg4i4m-I/AAAAAAAAAog/RJJsTHqGJ8U/s320/P1010709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping under the stars behind a Boise Social Housing complex....NICE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpGqK4i4m7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/24sQNt2KHy4/s1600-h/P1010706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085032558232116146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpGqK4i4m7I/AAAAAAAAAoI/24sQNt2KHy4/s320/P1010706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party for Alana's front wheel in Caldwell, Idaho...it made it to Idaho and over 1000 kms without a flat and is still going strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpGqLYi4m8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ZzlVUIa3Jl4/s1600-h/P1010707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085032566822050754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpGqLYi4m8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/ZzlVUIa3Jl4/s320/P1010707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party for Alana's front wheel in Caldwell, Idaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpGqL4i4m9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/lNpe93FTuCI/s1600-h/P1010708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085032575411985362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpGqL4i4m9I/AAAAAAAAAoY/lNpe93FTuCI/s320/P1010708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy salad that we made for the party...mmmm feta cheese and garlic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Baker City we had an awesome day riding downhill all the way to Huntington - Catfish capital of Oregon! =P The campsite beside the Snake River was really nice, but kind of buggy and it was so hot that we couldn't even walk from our site to the lake. We just kept soaking ourselves in a nearby sprinkler whenever it got unbearable (until the inmate work crew turned them off, that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we got there, we picked out the best site with the most shade, close to the bathrooms etc and then Mr. "BlingBling" with his huge pickup with the shiny hot motorcycle with American flags hanging off the side mirrors, towing a massive RV pulled right into our site, right where we were sitting and had our stuff spread out and basically forced it away from us. Grrrr!!!! The rest of the campground was practically empty, too... karma will get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we biked from there to Ontario, just a few miles away from the Idaho border. We stopped to pass the heat of the day under a tree in front of the library, and planned to keep biking that evening when it cooled off. While we waited it out, a guy who rode around town and the highway collecting bottles to return stopped to chat. He was sweet but kind of drunk. He really wanted to help us out, and ended up biking around town to collect tourist maps and information for us about Idaho so in the end he really did help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we arrived at about 8pm at an RV park outside of Caldwell, Idaho, and there was a sign on the door saying to just pick a camp spot and pay in the morning when the manager got back. We were pretty sure that we would leave before the manager got there in the morning, so we planned to just leave the $10 in an envelope with a note. Well, at 1am the hidden underground sprinkler system came on and shot right into the tent through both mesh doors and soaked us and all of our gear. It sucked big time. We ended up having to move the tent onto the sharp crumbly concrete parking spot and sleep there, wet, for the rest of the night. We were PO'd. Anyway, since we left at 6am anyway we didn't feel like paying for that crappy night so we left a note explaining that we'd been there but giving them some constructive criticism on how to improve their level of customer satisfaction. Later that morning, as I was fixing a flat while Alana waited a few hundred metres in front of me, a crazed man in blue overalls pulled over onto the shoulder beside her and demanded that she pay. Alana, who was in the middle of having an asthma attack and couldn't even respond to him, ended up having to just hand over the money because he was kind of creepy and she needed him to go away immediately. Essentially, she paid him to go away, not for the campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only made it to Caldwell that morning (about 19km) because we were burnt out from lack of sleep, too many days in the heat, and "biker rashes". So we decided to stay in Caldwell for a rest and that was a good decision - except that for some reason we keep ending up in the strangest time-warp places during our rest days (Alana says, "think 'Napoleon Dynamite' "). We had an eating and "Man vs Wild" marathon ( TV show about this guy who parachutes into really intense wilderness situations and finds his way out - highly recommended, crazy guy) for two whole days! It awesome and air conditioned. Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Caldwell, we had another short ride to Boise, where we had to find a bike shop to get some supplies. We had gone through all of our inner tube patches, Alana needed new gloves, and I needed to resolve the flat tire situation. I got some good new tires and, for good measure, some "slime tubes". I've never seen slime tubes in Canada before... basically they're just inner tubes filled with this goo stuff that moves around and plugs punctures as they happen - technically eliminating the need to patch them externally. I know it sounds gimicky and amateurish and polluting, but they are actually supposed to do a decent job. And let's face it! I'm desperate! Flat #17 was the last straw.... &gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was nowhere to stay in Boise. No campsites, nada, and it was already the middle of the day and too hot to depart for the next city which was 50 miles away. We went to the library to look for places to stay using the couch surfing website and ended up running into a cyclist named Bryan. He was a really interesting person who had done a lot of cycle touring and understood the situation that we were in and wanted to help us out. He ended up finding us a place on the grass behind a social housing complex where the friendly people let us camp. He also went out of his way to bring us Gatorade and library books with good detailed maps of the area. Thanks, Bryan! (by the way, we returned the books to the library because Alana's little fists could not bang on the door loudly enough to wake you up... just in case you didn't get our note =P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what we heard about Idaho before coming here, it's a great place. We've met lots of nice people (lots of kooks too, though), the roads are in decent condition and we haven't met a "goat head" yet. Bikers here are paranoid about goat heads... a quick Wikipedia search explains that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The nutlets or "seeds" are hard and bear two sharp spines, 10 mm long and 4–6 mm broad point-to-point. These nutlets strikingly resemble goats' or bulls' heads; the "horns" are sharp enough to puncture bicycle tires and to cause considerable pain to bare feet.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a goat head-free Idaho! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-7245016300655849989?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/07/contrary-to-what-we-heard-about-idaho.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpGrg4i4m-I/AAAAAAAAAog/RJJsTHqGJ8U/s72-c/P1010709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-8840817340962946080</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2007 23:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-08T20:19:54.882-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpGpO4i4m6I/AAAAAAAAAoA/EMZOGNg36rM/s1600-h/P1010701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpGpO4i4m6I/AAAAAAAAAoA/EMZOGNg36rM/s320/P1010701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085031527439965090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's HOT!!!! Front page of an Idaho Paper!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry,for some reason this computer won't let me type in the title field,so no title for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica you are amazing!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erica is my friend in Ogden Utah,our final destination(on bikes at least), and she sent me an email today that I felt I needed to share with the world (or at least the world that is reading our blog). Although Robyn are both excessively stubborn Tauruses, it is nice to know that we have an out if it is really needed! Good people,YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the email:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be careful in this heat ... it's dangerous. Also, you guys are within rescue distance. If you need me to, I can drive out and pick you up. The bikes might be a bit of a challenge, but I'm sure we could make something work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently southern Utah is experiencing record heat ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Erica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, also Idaho and the entire west is experiencing a heat wave!!!! HOT,HOT,HOT! So the plan is to drink lots,bike early and stay in the shade and sleep and eat the rest of the day...life is not really all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Erica and see you soon, although hopefully in Ogden and not stranded on the side of the I-84 somewhere :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-8840817340962946080?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/07/erica-you-are-amazing-erica-is-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I'm not lost, I'm just exploring)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RpGpO4i4m6I/AAAAAAAAAoA/EMZOGNg36rM/s72-c/P1010701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-3470260028823531543</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 20:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-05T13:51:37.631-07:00</atom:updated><title>Change in Plans</title><description>So Randy and his crew are not going to be ready to race in on the salt flats this August...they have had to postpone until October. We are going to spend a couple of extra days in Moab, before meeting Randy in Wendover to check out the current races for a couple of days. Then we will cheer him on from Vancouver (and somewhere on the Amazon River for Robyn)in October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos will have to wait,I cannot plug the camera into these computers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-3470260028823531543?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/07/change-in-plans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I'm not lost, I'm just exploring)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-1403026930416897641</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 17:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-05T14:47:02.561-07:00</atom:updated><title>Spud on Wheels Adventure Tour</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1mUIi4m2I/AAAAAAAAAng/4xT5jdoOqs0/s1600-h/P1010676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1mUIi4m2I/AAAAAAAAAng/4xT5jdoOqs0/s320/P1010676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083832050448374626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn Painting her BOB Trailer, Baker City, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1mUoi4m3I/AAAAAAAAAno/RE1L79mfjQo/s1600-h/P1010683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1mUoi4m3I/AAAAAAAAAno/RE1L79mfjQo/s320/P1010683.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083832059038309234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The custon BOB trailes, Baker City, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1mV4i4m4I/AAAAAAAAAnw/wIBsn_5gVHQ/s1600-h/P1010692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1mV4i4m4I/AAAAAAAAAnw/wIBsn_5gVHQ/s320/P1010692.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083832080513145730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving camp with the spiffy new trailers, Baker City, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1mWYi4m5I/AAAAAAAAAn4/-RtCw1sFNfE/s1600-h/P1010695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1mWYi4m5I/AAAAAAAAAn4/-RtCw1sFNfE/s320/P1010695.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083832089103080338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Farewell Bend, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Leanna (who for some reason that I can't remember calls me "Spud") has just emailed me about the "Spud on Wheels Adventure Tour", as she calls it. Too funny! Just had to throw that in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... 9 min left of library time... gotta make this quick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Baker City, we took a day off to paint the trailers. It was fun, we doodled on them and painted some quotes on them. We're now the "Custom BOB Girls", according to Mikey from Tennessee, who pulled in that evening. Mikey's riding his bike from Florida to Seattle, where he'll catch a boat up to Alaska. Go Mikey! What a funny guy... he kept going off on these hilarious monologues that had us in stitches. For example, first things when I met him, he goes "Where you going to? DON'T go to Idaho! I just came through Idaho, and it was hell. I'm never going back - in fact, I'm going to forget that Idaho even exists! You wanna know what Idaho's like? Go ride straight up that mountain, then full speed into the guardrail and do a back flip over it. THAT'S what Idaho is like!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 4 minutes left left....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Baker City we biked for a few more days and are not in Caldwell, Idaho. And it's frickin' hot! Tuesday and Wednesday got up to around 102 degrees Fahrenheit, and the weekend is supposed to be up around 105. Whew! You can tell it's getting hotter as the smell of the roadkill gets stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeek, time's up! Will write more later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-1403026930416897641?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/07/spud-on-wheels-adventure-tour.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1mUIi4m2I/AAAAAAAAAng/4xT5jdoOqs0/s72-c/P1010676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-3761455226729682487</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jul 2007 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-05T14:42:50.795-07:00</atom:updated><title>Blue Mountains</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1k1Ii4m0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/imwQ7eJCi7s/s1600-h/P1010664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1k1Ii4m0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/imwQ7eJCi7s/s320/P1010664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083830418360802114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our "lion lunch" outside of Baker City, OR in the tall grass, looking back at the bikes on the freeway shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1k1oi4m1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Kv1cGsJjSmw/s1600-h/P1010666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1k1oi4m1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/Kv1cGsJjSmw/s320/P1010666.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083830426950736722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great shadows riding into Baker City, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1kioi4mvI/AAAAAAAAAmo/820AKYCC15g/s1600-h/P1010651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1kioi4mvI/AAAAAAAAAmo/820AKYCC15g/s320/P1010651.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083830100533222130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy, Yummy hippy lunch in Pendleton, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1kjoi4mwI/AAAAAAAAAmw/9pS4KkKZoRY/s1600-h/P1010653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1kjoi4mwI/AAAAAAAAAmw/9pS4KkKZoRY/s320/P1010653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083830117713091330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn taking a photo of me taking a photo, going up Blue Mtn, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1kkIi4mxI/AAAAAAAAAm4/tpxUxAEa-uE/s1600-h/P1010654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1kkIi4mxI/AAAAAAAAAm4/tpxUxAEa-uE/s320/P1010654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083830126303025938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Mtn, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1klIi4myI/AAAAAAAAAnA/MgiKDsCz468/s1600-h/P1010656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1klIi4myI/AAAAAAAAAnA/MgiKDsCz468/s320/P1010656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083830143482895138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Mtn, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1kloi4mzI/AAAAAAAAAnI/8hmxWZhGBAk/s1600-h/P1010658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1kloi4mzI/AAAAAAAAAnI/8hmxWZhGBAk/s320/P1010658.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083830152072829746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Mtn, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, where to begin???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the last time we wrote we were in Pendleton, about to cross the Blue Mountains to La Grande. The locals tried their hardest to freak us out about how hard it was going to be, but it turned out to be one of our best days of biking so far. It's so much more gratifying to pedal up a mountain and down the other side than it is to drop 100m, gain 110m, drop 100m, gain 110m, etc so that eventually you've gained a total of a few metres in a day while climbing all day in the sun. Grrr!!! Anyhow, back to Blue Mountain - yeah, it was great! This is park of the Oregon Trail wagon train route, so there were some historical markers and whatnot as we got up to Deadman's pass and then down into La Grande. La Grande is up on a bit of a plateau so it's cooler than Pendleton, which was really appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a little bike shop in La Grande where I bought some new gloves to replace the one's I'd lost in Snoqualmie and the nice mechanic straightened out the hanger on my bike. Then we camped at an RV site where they had apparently been experiencing some vandalism and there were angry signs in the bathroom saying things like, "There is no excuse for sticking plungers to the walls!"  teeheehee... couldn't help but find that funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride from La Grande to Baker city wasn't very long - 45 miles or so - but it was hot, and we had several flat tires to deal with. Have I mentioned that we've been plagued by flat tires? I mean, of course flat tires are expected on a bike trip, but we've had 16 so far. SIXTEEN!!!!! It's getting kind of ridiculous. They're not pinch flats either, they're all from road shrapnel and thorns. Doesn't help that my bike tires appear to be shredding apart and have strings of rubber hanging off them and they're full of holes (yes, the actual tires, not just the inner tubes). I think the heat is getting to them. Will try to replace them in Boise, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back the the original point of that last paragraph... I got another flat about 10 miles out of Baker City. We stopped to fix it on the side of the road and it took a little while because we hadn't been able to find the hole in the last flat that we'd fixed (about 20min prior!!) because of the wind and noise of the highway, so we had to patch that same tube and put it back in. Blah blah blah, anyway by the time Alana was pumping it back up a state trooper had pulled in behind us, saying "loads of people been calling in about two young ladies stranded on the side of the interstate with their babies". What the heck??? Just because we're female, people think that we have nothing better to pull behind our bikes than babies?? That's nuts. Besides, what terrible parents that would make us; stuffing kids into yellow rubber bags and then dragging them behind us along the interstate in 80 degree heat! Hehe.  Good thing child services didn't show up before the trooper did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is getting a little long - I'm going to start a separate post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-3761455226729682487?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/07/blue-mountains.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Ro1k1Ii4m0I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/imwQ7eJCi7s/s72-c/P1010664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-4530013832023689401</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-29T11:53:13.804-07:00</atom:updated><title>This blog is not a mirage... we think...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVUq4i4mrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/n32DQs3OJ7w/s1600-h/P1010641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVUq4i4mrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/n32DQs3OJ7w/s320/P1010641.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081560850267413170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse Heaven Hills, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVUrIi4msI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/J__BaUJa3rc/s1600-h/P1010645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVUrIi4msI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/J__BaUJa3rc/s320/P1010645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081560854562380482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alana in Horse Heaven Hills, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVUroi4mtI/AAAAAAAAAmY/34W6KAWuJr8/s1600-h/P1010646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVUroi4mtI/AAAAAAAAAmY/34W6KAWuJr8/s320/P1010646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081560863152315090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired and dehydrated at the Gas station in Umitilla, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVUsIi4muI/AAAAAAAAAmg/VEIrn3wWjkI/s1600-h/P1010647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVUsIi4muI/AAAAAAAAAmg/VEIrn3wWjkI/s320/P1010647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081560871742249698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping in Pendleton, OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello from Pendleton, a little town in northeastern Oregon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're taking a rest day in town today before tackling Blue Mountain - a climb from 1085ft to 4193ft over a distance of 20 miles. Our bodies and bikes decided that they needed a little TLC before taking that on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been good, but challenging. It's really hot and dry here - it's enough to keep ourselves hydrated and protected from the sun while resting in town, let along while biking! Our plan for tomorrow is to leave at 4:30 or 5am so that we can climb the majority of the hill before it gets too hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've given in and started staying at camp sites because they're really the only patches of green grass to be had out here. And it's SO nice to be able to take a shower every night!!! =P While we were still in on the coast and the air was moist it wasn't such a big deal, but here it feels like we need to drink the water in through our skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freeways and interstates are turning out to be the safest routes for us to ride on because the shoulders are nice and wide, and there are gas stations every once in a while. We had originally thought that we would be using the side roads, but it turns out that the one-lane roads rarely have decent shoulders to ride on, and the cars and trucks whip by at such speeds that it can be pretty scary sometimes. It's also so sparsely populated out here that along the side roads you rarely come across gas stations and markets where we can refill our water bottles. So, we're planning to stick to the main roads until just south of Boise, where we'll cut down into Nevada and across to Utah. That's the current plan! It tends to change quite frequently, though. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're having a great time! Pictures will hopefully be up a bit later today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and one more stat: yesterday we patched our 8th and 9th flat tires. Durrr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-4530013832023689401?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-blog-is-not-mirage-we-think.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVUq4i4mrI/AAAAAAAAAmI/n32DQs3OJ7w/s72-c/P1010641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-2778681337424740555</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2007 00:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-26T17:23:31.242-07:00</atom:updated><title>Stats</title><description>Total Kms so far: 585kms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day one: Vancouver to New Westminster, approx 30kms, broke the bikes and arrived at Ron and Lindas just in time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two: New Westminster to Langley, Approx 40 kms...made it through Surrey without being hit by a car (there were a few close calls) and once again arrived just in time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day three: Langley to Acme, WA, Approx 75kms, camped on David and Tia's lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Four: Acme to just south of Arlington, WA, Approx 84 kms, played with Dale the dog who like to roll in Robyn's used toothpaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day Five:south of Arlington to North Bend, WA, Approx 85 kms, camped with the unnamed people with the giant ant hill and the blue kiddy pool. Well, they probably did have names but we didn't learn what they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day six: North Bend to Cle Elum, WA, 94 kms, found the COWBOY RENDEZ VOUZ and hung with Jack, Happy Jack, and Cowboy Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day seven: Cle Elum, 0 kms, big fat Subway sandwiches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day eight: Cle Elum to Yakima, WA, 101 kms, camped on the bike route...saw the no camping signs after...really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day nine: Yakima to Grandview, 75 kms, hmmmmm...first shower is a bonus, carbonated DQ softserve...did you say banana????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items sacrificed to the biking Gods (ie lost): 1 pair of sunglasses and one pair of bike gloves, 1/2 cone DQ softserve (did you say banana?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-2778681337424740555?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/06/stats.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I'm not lost, I'm just exploring)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-76016513396865344</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jun 2007 23:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-29T11:47:03.080-07:00</atom:updated><title>Washington, it begins....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVSVIi4mmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/w4RSo3o-w_E/s1600-h/P1010625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVSVIi4mmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/w4RSo3o-w_E/s320/P1010625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081558277582002786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn checking out the view near the Snoqualime Summit, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVSVYi4mnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Wmm2ovmFgnc/s1600-h/P1010628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVSVYi4mnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Wmm2ovmFgnc/s320/P1010628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081558281876970098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our bikes at the Snoqualime Summit, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVSV4i4moI/AAAAAAAAAlw/T0prPxl5oPc/s1600-h/P1010632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVSV4i4moI/AAAAAAAAAlw/T0prPxl5oPc/s320/P1010632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081558290466904706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camping at the Cowby Rendez Vous, Cle Elum, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVSWIi4mpI/AAAAAAAAAl4/k3dwfoPgskA/s1600-h/P1010635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVSWIi4mpI/AAAAAAAAAl4/k3dwfoPgskA/s320/P1010635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081558294761872018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealing Popcorn at the Cowby Rendez Vous, Cle Elum, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVSWoi4mqI/AAAAAAAAAmA/9iMyJs-W94U/s1600-h/P1010638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVSWoi4mqI/AAAAAAAAAmA/9iMyJs-W94U/s320/P1010638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081558303351806626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The river that we camped by in Yakima, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVQ94i4mhI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2BRo9fE-M48/s1600-h/P1010604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVQ94i4mhI/AAAAAAAAAk4/2BRo9fE-M48/s320/P1010604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081556778638416402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They let us across the border!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVQ-Yi4miI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_1Ew-Ro7MBo/s1600-h/P1010606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVQ-Yi4miI/AAAAAAAAAlA/_1Ew-Ro7MBo/s320/P1010606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081556787228351010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixing a flat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVQ-oi4mjI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7oWCXhcHLCM/s1600-h/P1010608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVQ-oi4mjI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7oWCXhcHLCM/s320/P1010608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081556791523318322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First "campsite", David and Tia's, Acme, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVQ_Yi4mkI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JB2VYuVnHO4/s1600-h/P1010621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVQ_Yi4mkI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JB2VYuVnHO4/s320/P1010621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081556804408220226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from our tent near Arlington, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVQ_4i4mlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Qrht7hPhqj0/s1600-h/P1010622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVQ_4i4mlI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Qrht7hPhqj0/s320/P1010622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081556812998154834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third night in a backyard, North Bend, WA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now we are on a 30 min limit on the library internet in Grandview, Washington. It is so difficult to have internet access here, unless you have a laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after getting our bikes fixed a Cap's we set off to Langley, hoping to make it to Horia's parents place before dark...which we did...just. We had our first flat in Surrey and there was some intellegent Surrey joke that was going to be made, but I have forgotten it so Surrey gets off easy this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we easily crossed into Washington and headed down some back roads to Acme, where we were offered a place to camp in a local's backyard...which has become the way to go since it is a)free and b)there are like no campsites anywhere. After leaving Acme we headed just south of Arlington where we knocked on doors asking if we could pitch a tent it peopless backyards...we had one refusal, but the second lady was super nice and we hung out with her dog, Dale. The third day we made it to North Bend, the summit at Snoqualime worrying us for the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After passing the summit at Snoqualime we kept going to the town of Cle Elum, where we happend to see the Cowboy Rendezvous and asked if we could camp at their rodeo type thing. We spent a rest day in Cle Elum, hangin with the cowboys! From Cle Elum to Yakima was our first 100km day, not too bad at all...we went through some hilly land and it is more like the Okanagan now - and probably hotter! The Yakima Canyon was gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near Yakima, we cheaped out again on a campsite...and could not find one anyway...and camped out beside a lake along the bike path (somewhat illegaly). Today we headed straight along the higway until Grandview where whe had our first shower since leaving Canada...yum! What is there to say about Grandview...its a town that can be missed...NOTHING happens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow we are hoping to leave Washington and cross through the Horse Heaven Hills into Oregon. All in all we are a lot burnt, a little tired and having a great time. Photos will have to wait until we find a place to upload them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-76016513396865344?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/06/washington-it-begins.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I'm not lost, I'm just exploring)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVSVIi4mmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/w4RSo3o-w_E/s72-c/P1010625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-2738340939942331684</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jun 2007 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-29T11:29:33.615-07:00</atom:updated><title>Day 1 - Sandbags</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVOy4i4mcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/hu8h8-DImaI/s1600-h/P1010586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVOy4i4mcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/hu8h8-DImaI/s320/P1010586.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081554390636599746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the Trailers packed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVOzYi4mdI/AAAAAAAAAkY/q8fnVOHVgtU/s1600-h/P1010588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVOzYi4mdI/AAAAAAAAAkY/q8fnVOHVgtU/s320/P1010588.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081554399226534354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving New Westminster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVOz4i4meI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9cuQXZxJMhw/s1600-h/P1010590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVOz4i4meI/AAAAAAAAAkg/9cuQXZxJMhw/s320/P1010590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081554407816468962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along 0 Ave to the border, Langley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVO0Yi4mfI/AAAAAAAAAko/7s23QLSv0x8/s1600-h/P1010600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVO0Yi4mfI/AAAAAAAAAko/7s23QLSv0x8/s320/P1010600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081554416406403570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along 0 Ave to the border, Langley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVO0oi4mgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/sRuwnoZmEgU/s1600-h/P1010593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVO0oi4mgI/AAAAAAAAAkw/sRuwnoZmEgU/s320/P1010593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081554420701370882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old barn, Langley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're in... (drum roll please) ... New Westminster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Alana's house at about 4:15pm on Monday after running around doing jobs. We had a few hiccoughs like a tire that wouldn't inflate, too much gear to fit in the trailers, etc. Once we finally got rolling and Alana was able to control the shaking of her bike/trailer we felt good. We rode about 30km out to the New Westminster Quay where the road was blocked by giant sand bags because of the high level of the Fraser river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the brilliant minds that we are, we decided to simply haul the bikes over the sand bags. Ha. We seemed to have made it over successfully until we tried to leave and found that Alana's derailer had been smashed into her spokes and was caught there. After some wiggling we were able to release the trapped spoke and pulled the derailer back so that the bike could roll, but it needed to be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Alana's Aunt Linda and Uncle Ron (officially the nicest people in the world) live very near to the Quay, so we walked the 20min to their house and showed up just in time for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was already 7:30pm by the time we got to the house, the only bike shop that we could get ahold of was the old hippie guy who lives in his shop down on 12th. He was not impressed but managed to straighten out the derailer enough to be able to shift (breaking a tool in the process which cost us an extra $10 - possibly because the tip of the wrench is still stuck in the derailer and we took it with us??). He called us later that night to tell us that we could probably get the tip out using a magnet, which was very thoughful of him. &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we took the bikes into Caps bike shop this morning and they are fabulous. They've fixed up the spokes and derailleur, and caught some more potential problems. (Alana's brakes were not installed properly and it turns out that most of my suffering is because my seat is too narrow for my wide ass bones - go figure! My derailleur was also a little bit bent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll get the bikes back at about 5:30pm and are hoping to make it to Langley where we'll spend the night at Horia's parents' house near to the border. That way we can cross into the US nice and early on Wednesday morning. That's the plan, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things said and done, bending the derailleurs ("breaking the bikes", as Alana likes to say) was not such a bad thing. At least it got us into a proper bike shop which prevented some future problems. And when I think about the first two days of my bike trip in Argentina... we'd camped for the night in a field by a little stream and while we were making supper some gauchos rode by driving hundreds of sheep through the fence and across the road. When we got up to leave the next morning we realized that the sheep's hooves had turned the earth to thick clay mud which stuck to our tires so thickly that it clogged the space between the forks and tire so that the wheels wouldn't turn. So, then we had to haul the bikes and trailers through the muck and over the fences (which the gauchos had locked behind them) to the road. By the time we got there, the mud had cemented to the bikes so strongly that we had to hitchhike with the bikes and trailers all the way back to the town that we had started in to have them cleaned with a power washer. Compared to that, yesterday was a breeze!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll post pictures when we can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-2738340939942331684?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-1-sandbags_19.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/RoVOy4i4mcI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/hu8h8-DImaI/s72-c/P1010586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-8354556683316146195</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2007 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-17T15:28:37.054-07:00</atom:updated><title>Leaving tomorrow!!!!</title><description>I think that we are going to leave tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-8354556683316146195?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/06/leaving-tomorrow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I'm not lost, I'm just exploring)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-5081697082462654537</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-19T12:03:04.398-07:00</atom:updated><title>Back in the DAY....</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl95paIrqyI/AAAAAAAAAiA/nEM0DCJT9cg/s1600-h/P1010613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl95paIrqyI/AAAAAAAAAiA/nEM0DCJT9cg/s400/P1010613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070905457739803426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racing in the K4, I think this is in Kamloops. Alana is in front, then Lisa and Patricia and then Robyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl95a6IrqtI/AAAAAAAAAhY/dXNr79W7tUs/s1600-h/P1010607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl95a6IrqtI/AAAAAAAAAhY/dXNr79W7tUs/s400/P1010607.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070905208631700178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn biking in Maple Ridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl95bqIrquI/AAAAAAAAAhg/vV999e5ch4k/s1600-h/P1010608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl95bqIrquI/AAAAAAAAAhg/vV999e5ch4k/s400/P1010608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070905221516602082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn, Alana and some poor squashed blue person in the middle at Rovent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl95dKIrqwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7Xyoe5dGl1A/s1600-h/P1010610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl95dKIrqwI/AAAAAAAAAhw/7Xyoe5dGl1A/s400/P1010610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070905247286405890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we flatten the snow where we are planning on putting our tent, dont think we will have that problem in Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl94e6IrqoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/hmzZM0UMi3I/s1600-h/P1010600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl94e6IrqoI/AAAAAAAAAgw/hmzZM0UMi3I/s400/P1010600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070904177839549058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyn helping me...yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl94fqIrqpI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wUqaOU_c6IQ/s1600-h/P1010603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl94fqIrqpI/AAAAAAAAAg4/wUqaOU_c6IQ/s400/P1010603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070904190724450962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ribbons with Lisa and Patricia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl94hKIrqsI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9NraIXeld9s/s1600-h/P1010606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl94hKIrqsI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/9NraIXeld9s/s400/P1010606.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070904216494254786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alana on her bike in Maple Ridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am getting my stuff unpacked and I found some photos of Robyn and I doing cool stuff. The quality is not too great since they are photos of the photos and I did it quickly, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW Robyn, the nomad scarf is looking great...and they do eat spagetti in Morocco, but I would not suggest to try it, they totally over cook the pasta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-5081697082462654537?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-in-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I'm not lost, I'm just exploring)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cmN8suajEVg/Rl95paIrqyI/AAAAAAAAAiA/nEM0DCJT9cg/s72-c/P1010613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-4163700284527429095</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 May 2007 04:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-30T21:50:58.824-07:00</atom:updated><title>Nomad Scarves</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rl5Tj0EOdOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0h49Bap8qQU/s1600-h/IMGP0567s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rl5Tj0EOdOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0h49Bap8qQU/s320/IMGP0567s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070582105202652386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I've been experimenting and I think I've figured out how the nomad scarves are supposed to work. Does this look right? It stays on pretty well, and I can see how the hangy bit at the back would be useful for shielding one's eyes from sand. Or for wiping spaghetti sauce off of one's face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-4163700284527429095?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/05/nomad-scarves.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rl5Tj0EOdOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0h49Bap8qQU/s72-c/IMGP0567s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-9017469435472112342</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2007 16:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-28T09:08:54.345-07:00</atom:updated><title>I wanna leave now!!!!</title><description>Please Robyn????&lt;br /&gt;Can we leave tomorrow?????&lt;br /&gt;Please!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-9017469435472112342?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-wanna-leave-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (I'm not lost, I'm just exploring)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-1914560420440875125</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2007 18:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-27T21:31:58.042-07:00</atom:updated><title>Solar Panels</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RlnR-UEOdMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XDGsxAHE8Cw/s1600-h/IMGP0524s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RlnR-UEOdMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XDGsxAHE8Cw/s320/IMGP0524s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069313724050732226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RlnR-kEOdNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/S46armYO9nk/s1600-h/IMGP0526s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RlnR-kEOdNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/S46armYO9nk/s320/IMGP0526s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069313728345699538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the sheet of solar panels that we are thinking of getting for the bike trip. It would just sit on top of one of the trailers, tied at each corner, and we could use it to recharge the batteries for our mp3 players, video camera, and digital cameras. It folds up to the size of a pocketbook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-1914560420440875125?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-sheet-of-solar-panels-that-we.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/RlnR-UEOdMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/XDGsxAHE8Cw/s72-c/IMGP0524s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-3180229213915657600</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 21:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-27T21:32:29.755-07:00</atom:updated><title>at work</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rlda0EEOdII/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJ2xf0YBVC4/s1600-h/IMGP0513s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068619756119946370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rlda0EEOdII/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJ2xf0YBVC4/s320/IMGP0513s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La, la la la la... deedlee dum.  This is my view from work, wishing we were biking. Let's go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-3180229213915657600?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-la-la-la-la.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eseH7AgpfPs/Rlda0EEOdII/AAAAAAAAAAM/NJ2xf0YBVC4/s72-c/IMGP0513s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502060569120345207.post-1491644739416394098</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2007 18:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-26T17:09:33.772-07:00</atom:updated><title>Still at home, waiting for the journey to begin</title><description>Yay, we have our very own blog! That makes us official, right? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502060569120345207-1491644739416394098?l=robynandalana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://robynandalana.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-at-home-waiting-for-journey-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robyn)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>