(^28) La Grange – Baker City - 72 km
The cold and flu medicine I bought didn't quite live up to its claim of
relieving the symptoms super-fast, and, still feeling dreadful, I
continued along Highway 84. Once at the top of the hill, the tarmac
stretched miles ahead towards the historic town of Baker City, and I
had a strong suspicion that this would be the last flat section for a
while.
Feeling positively rotten, the Eldorado Inn made a good enough place
to spend the night. It was Independence Day, and I thought it was a
pity that I felt as awful as I did. Though all countries celebrate their
independence, no country celebrates the day with as much gusto as
the Americans.
Waking up with a blocked nose, heavy head and a tight chest, I knew
there was no point in cycling. Instead, I sauntered to the shop, got
more flu tablets, and returned to bed for two full days, realising that
no amount of cycling was going to chase the flu away.
leana
(Leana)
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