Warm Showers

More than once, Patty and I have talked about signing up for Warm Showers.  No, it's not what you think.  It's a hospitality organization for touring cyclists.  We have befriended people before and invited them home for a good place to sleep and a warm shower.  And, several times while bicycle touring, people have really helped us out.  I remember well, sleeping on the floor of a stranger's beach house on St. George Island, and wading across the muddy neck-deep waters of the Altamaha River to eat hot dogs provided by friendly Georgia rednecks because I was starving to death after a 120 mile day.

On Saturday we met Paul, walking his fully loaded Long Haul Trucker down the sidewalk on Main Street.  He was cooked.  Cracked.  Done.  You could see it in his eyes.  Patty immediately asked if he had a place to stay for the night and invited him to our house.  Tears began flowing from those eyes, and he followed us home.  Paul is leaving in the morning, heading up Logan Canyon to Bear Lake, Montpelier, Alpine, Jackson, Grand Teton, Yellowstone, and eventually Glacier and the Pacific Northwest, over the next two months.  Have a great ride, Paul.  My god, I wish I was going with you.