Now I can recognize Arugula, Kale, Mountain Spinach and other greens in plant form while growing in the ground.
Just after emerging from my tent, George's five year old Tarn (I think that is right spelling, please correct me if I am wrong), offered to take me on a tour of the green house.
He said I could pick whatever I'd like for breakfast, or to take on the road. After entering the greenhouse, I remembered the arugula by it's tiny little white flowers, which taste just like the leafy green.
But I couldn't remember the others. Tarn quickly pointed out what all the plants were, and picked little bits of leaves for me to try.
At one moment, he pointed at a little, baby plant. He asks, What is this?
Hmmm, baby chard?
Tarn responds with, No, look at the leaves - what do they look like to you? They don't look like chard? It's baby kale.
Tarn is quite an intelligent kid!
George fixed a delicious meal of potatoes and eggs, and we talked about the brewery and homestead over breakfast. After breakfast I taught Tarn how to oil the chain on his bike to prevent squeaks, said farewell, and headed out.
George, thank you for welcoming me and letting me stay at your place. You have an amazing family and home.
Riding to Salmon was uneventful. Just pedaling through beautiful scenery with a slight headwind. No complaints.
During the ride, I crossed the 45th Parallel. It was a bit of a strange feeling, being closer to the north pole than the equator.
After arriving in Salmon, I scouted out the campground for the rendezvous. Austin & Jack planned to meet me there tomorrow. That means I get two whole vacation days!
Although half of the campground was closed due to flooding, I found an awesome spot right on the river.
Mosquitoes are terrible.
But the sunset and stars make up for it.
Joe