
The picture below was taken inside the store. This was the most disturbing sight of the trip.

This entry is difficult to convey in pictures and words. The "different planet" title of this entry refers to the extreme landscape change from the "tough pass" day to the following day which these pictures were taken from.
The town of Republic is about halfway up Wauconda Pass. This pass was an easy climb. The scenery is very similar to the landscape experienced on Sherman Pass. About 2 miles into the downhill portion of Wauconda Pass I noticed the landscape and terrain changing. The land became very arid with very few trees. In a matter of 10 miles I felt like I was on a different planet. It was difficult to imagine that the day before I was in a thick green forest.
I ended this day in Omak WA. In Omak I ate dinner at a great restaurant called The Bread Line. If Italian food is your liking...The Bread Line will not disappoint.
After crossing the Columbia River I tackled Sherman Pass. The climb was 22 miles and turned out to be the toughest climb of the 6 passes on my route. The temperature was hot without a cloud in the sky. I peddled the first 3 miles without stopping. I was spent. From there I peddled anywhere from one-half mile to a mile and then rested 5-10 minutes.
Somewhere in the middle of the climb I became so tired and forgot how many miles I had peddled on the climb so I started to keep track from that point. I had also lost track of where I was at on the map.
I'd peddled 8 miles from where I lost track of my mileage...The top of this monster had to be near. I was exhausted and had to stop. I placed my bicycle against a guard-rail and sat on the side of the road for nearly an hour. I ate a few snacks and played with my camera...Anything to get my mind off of the task at hand.
Once my heart rate became normal (I considered normal when I wasn't gasping for air) I started the climb again. As it turned out the peak was only 1 mile away. It was a tough mile. When I reached the top I felt the same as I did when I had to rest a mile back.
At the top there was a campground which consisted of a place to pitch a tent and a picnic table. There were no restrooms or water. Although there was a 15 mile downhill waiting for me I was too tired to continue. I was about to pitch my giant, 3 person tent but decided to wait. I laid on a picnic table for at least an hour. I may have fallen asleep. After resting I felt better and started the 15 mile downhill to Republic WA.
A few years back I visited the Lake Koocanusa area and was impressed with its clear water and impressive beauty. When I first purchased my bicycle maps and saw that I would be peddling along the lake for nearly 50 miles...I couldn't wait.
As I packed up camp in Eureka the sky was gloomy, I expected rain. As I approached the lake the sun started to break through the clouds. The lake was as beautiful as I remembered. Hwy 37, which wraps itself along the south side of the lake, rises and drops along bluffs and mountains. Countless views of the lake made the day a little longer than it should have been. If you are ever in the Glacier area...A drive up to Lake Koocanusa is worth the trip.
This ride took place on Tuesday July 11th. Along the lake I met 3 cyclists who left Anacortes on July 2nd. They were tired and unfit. If it took them 9 days to reach this point I knew I could be done with my trek in no more than 8 days. I reached the finish line the following Tuesday.
The day after leaving Glacier I continued my trek to Eureka MT, which is 7 miles from the Canadian border. On the way to Eureka I peddled through 30 minutes of rain. It was the last rain I would see on the trip. I would end my trek 7 days later. The rain stopped as I entered town. The above picture was taken before I set up my giant, heavy 3 person tent.
Fast, fast, fast...The west side of the road is more more twists and switchbacks than the east side. I easily reached 40 mph several times. Unfortunately I had to stop several times because I had to use my breaks so often. My rims were burning hot to the touch. I was afraid that I would blow a tire. A blown tire at 40 mph plus would not be fun.
Third picture: Note the vehicles on the road across the valley.
Last picture: Weeping Wall