Good Day, Good Food, Bad Food, Bad Day
Trip Start May 06, 2012
42Trip End Jun 26, 2012
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Again the majority of the ride was uphill, unsurprising given that I had descended the day before into the valley and now had to ride up the other side. Fortunately, the road followed a mountain river and so though uphill but manageable. Having arrived at West Glacier 32m later in only 2.5hrs, I thought I should push on, so I cycled another 30m to Essex, where I found the only Hotel - the Izaak Walton Inn. This is again by the tracks of the Empire Railway (runs from Chicago to Seattle) - which is very famous in the US
The hotel is a wilderness venue where skiers come during the winter and walkers come in the summer. The Hotel was all wood and stone with a 100yr quaintness to it over 3 floors, and outside instead of log cabins they had converted some old railway carriages to rooms with living rooms and bathrooms. I had to go for those despite the cost as I knew I would regret it if I didn't. The room as you will see from the picture was a hoot.
Had a delicious lunch of fish and chips and an even better dinner of pork chops. The food was so good, that I went to the kitchen to congratulate the chef on his handiwork and we chatted for about 15mins. Unfotunately, I then went back to my carriage and then all the trouble started and for the next 15hrs I was never far from a loo.
The next day it wasn't really a decision, I had to take a day off and if I needed any confirmation it came when I had to take a pit stop on the 30yard walk to the Hotel from my room - as had decided I didn't need an expensive room to be ill in all day! Unfortunately, the quaintness of the Hotel wasn't just skin deep, there was no wifi except in the downstairs bar and there were no tvs so I stayed in bed all day until I braved some food at about 5pm. Fortunately there were no negative repercussions and I hoped that I would be feeling well enough to tackle my last major mountain pass the next day....... and what a smorgasbord of a marathon day that would turn out to be.................