Day 13 was really a rest day. I rode from a nice hotel in Eagle to a crappy hotel in Boise. It was the closest I could get
to downtown. I followed the Boise River Trail, which was of varying quality.

I saw a duck. The Cottonwoods were dropping their little cotton ball things, so the air was full of fiber and the trails
were lined with cotton drifts.

I stopped at a bike shop and had my tired pumped up, and I bought new gloves. My old ones
were really skanky and my hands were sore. Not sure what the little red stripes are for.

Not surprisingly, the Boise River Trail had lots of views of the Boise River.

This dude was surfing. In Boise. Surfing in Boise.

I rode up to Ye Olde Idaho Penitentiary, leaned my bike against the wall, and took the tour.

That's the original 1870 building in the middle. The prison was in use until 1973, but it probably never looked this good.
I don't know. Maybe they had the prisoners plant the flowers.

This is one of the newer cell blocks. From the 1950s probably.

The prison's shank (or shiv) collection. They also had saps.
Apparently, "shank" is the US English word for "shiv." Thanks, Noah Webster.

There was also a museum of transportation on the prison grounds, but has been closed since some people let their kids
run amok in the museum and they seriously damaged several of the exhibits. According to the museum volunteer I was talking to, they're
going to keep it closed until they can figure out how to protect the exhibits "from idiots." I took this picture through the window.

I think loafing is a lost art. Many try, but few can master it.

I rode over to the capitol. I figured I'd walk back over later, so no need to go in.

Boise is a bicycle-friendly city. And many people seem to use bikes for basic transportation around town.

I checked in to the hotel, then walked back a mile and a half to the Idaho Historical Museum. D'oh!

Well, I couldn't see the museum, but I did see a giant Abraham Lincoln.

Every street corner in Boise reports its skateboard and rollerblade status. It took me a while to figure out that wheels down
means you can skateboard. As you can see from my shadow, my hair is getting long.

Back to the capitol. The Idaho House has fancy Cisco phones with a screen.


The Senate has much less fancy phones.

This is the Idaho legislature gallery overflow room. Yes, there are three chairs and a coffee table.

There is surprisingly little statuary in the capitol. This George Washington is made of wood.

The rest of the place is non-stop marble.

I had dinner at the Bitter Creek Ale House, with beignets and rye for dessert (or donuts and whiskey). I walked through
some kind of beer and bluegrass festival on my way back to the hotel. I'd already had enough, so I just kept walking.
Tomorrow I'm back on the road.