I came in to Eagle, a town so close to Boise I can't tell them apart, on the 23rd of September.
I was feeling pretty good with my 100+ mile day. I did some resupplying, and took my bike into a place call Ridgeline Specialty Sports. There I met Matt and Mark, some pretty knowledgeable fellas in the bike field. They gave the bike a quick once over, put some tire liners in to help ward off the puncture vines, and threw a shot of what they called "the cocktail" into each tube. It was a mix of greenish goo and some other stuffs that clogs up minor holes (basically, it's bike fix a flat). They did all this on the cheap and even took time, free of charge, to help me plan a route out of Boise. I'm glad they did, cause while Boise is a wonderful town to bike in, it's very difficult to bike out of it.
While all this was going on, I was attempting to find a hostel or similar lodging so as to take an evening's rest. I knew I had some pretty lonely desert coming up. I figured maybe I should rest up a bit before I left town.
I got in contact with a woman named Sherry, and my stay in Boise took a dramatic turn for the better.
She runs The Pink House B&B. I called asking if it was a hostel and found it wasn't. She gave me some contact info for a hostel down the street. It had closed, and I figured that was the end of it. Time to move on.
Sherry called me back. "Did you get a hold of them?" she says, or something to that effect.
"No," I say, "They closed down."
"Well, would you like to crash on my couch?" She asks.
"Yes," I say, "Yes, I do."
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