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).
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).
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.
Thanks Steve, and don't worry - we'll pay it forward.
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