Today I went on an adventure along the Lewis and Clark Trail. I took the scenic byway / tour. I saw the first place that Lewis and Clark camped in ID, then I saw the Red Stone Stage. It wasn't uncommon for stage coaches to over turn on the road I was on. Then I went to the top of Lehmi Pass (named after a king in the Book of Mormon), and I stood next to the headwaters of the Missouri River. I wanted to take the "original trail" back down, but couldn't find it so I ended up taking the entire scenic byway. On the way back down I decided to take the "original trail" back to the top because it was supposed to take me back to the canyon that I started in. Well, I must have taken the wrong path because I ended up back at the top of the switch backs in the same canyon that I came down. I was pooped, out of water and it was in the 90's. I rode about 50 miles on the moutain bike today. After riding a tiny portion of the trail - I can't believe how hard it must have been to travel back in the day. I was bush wacking for a good portion of the "original trail", but at least I had cow paths to follow. I'm scared of cows so I was horrified when I came over the second big ridge to find an entire herd of cows. I kept an eye out for the bull, but luckily didn't have to deal with that one. Anyway, all I had was my bike and I was struggling. It would suck to walk and carry an entire expedition worth of stuff.
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