It is wet and wild in big timber country. Rain, cold and thick forests begin to dominate the weather and landscape. One benefit, the trucks pass so close that I can smell the scent of fresh pine sap oozing from giant logs stacked ten high on tandem trailers pulled by each truck.
“Did you get drawn”, the men in the diner ask each other. “My wife got drawn. She’s real happy”, a man in greasy overalls replies.Â I learn that if you are lucky enough to be drawn from the lottery you can kill and dress one Moose during hunting season.
The first night of Stage 8 is spent atÂ The Big EddieÂ in Calder, Idaho. It is a wild small place above a bar, a spot normally occupied by hunters. Tonight, the creaky old bed and worn out rug will secure, for the first time, an old coast to coast, ocean to ocean, racewalker.