Bicycle 2:37:24  37.86 mi (4:09 / mi) +480m 4:00 / mi
Glove placement kept ending the activity at stops, so four separate activities.
Biking partway across the country with a blind lady is interesting! It's quite the crew: three vehicles, one an RV with a trailer, about a dozen people, a huge tent for those who don't fit in the RV, a film crew, and anywhere from three to six people on the road at a time.
Here's the way guiding a blind person works. First, everyone is on a radio feed together so they can talk to each other. This is important, because the wind makes it otherwise hard to hear. Yesterday with strong crosswinds they hadn't been able to use the helmet radios and it was apparently very difficult. It looks much less windy the rest of the trip.
There are usually two guides on the road with Shawn. The first has a speaker on the back of the bike playing peppy tunes, she uses these to echolocate and maintain a parallel line, usually about one bike length back and three feet to the right, but can go in a paceline although this is harder. She holds one of the straightest lines I've ever seen, and does it with her eyes closed, which I can't even imagine. The front guide usually calls out road obstructions, calling "lift" any time there is a crack requiring her to change her balance, and other issues. Behind her is another guide. This person constantly tells her her road placement and what the roadway looks like. For instance: "[you're] two feet to the rumble [strip], four feet to gravel, two inch drop to gravel, transition into grass." She then can change her position more finely based on this.
It works surprisingly well. The rear guide isn't necessary but often quite helpful. If I do guiding, it's probably what I'll be doing. The other two guides are generally Jesse and Shawn. Steve, a double-amputee, has had "leg issues" and pretty much unable to keep up on climbs. (As Jesse said: "I'm hanging out with a lot more guns and Trump votes than usual. Guns have come up. Politics haven't.)
Behind this caravan are any other "domestiques" and behind them a safety/support vehicle, which is in this case a truck driven by Mike, which has lots of flashing lights, spare gear, and our day supplies and food and water. It's very well-supported, which is quite nice. Mike is also on the radio, telling us things we need to know, trivia, and sometimes bad jokes. We usually wind up stopping every 5 to 15 miles, depending mostly on Shawn's needs, plus bathroom breaks and food from other riders. There is also the film crew, darting around for shots (sometimes on bikes, usually in another pickup, which was apparently much fun in the snow a few days back). The RV generally goes shopping and ahead to set up camp.
So today, we left Idaho Falls on some city streets, and then hit a four-lane highway east. The roads here are not designed for biking (at all) but the first 15 miles with the full lane were nice. Once we dropped it, we were off on the shoulder and dealing with the rumble strip. I'm sure rumble strips have road safety benefits, but they are especially terrible for blind bicyclists because moving across them is particularly difficult. We made do, had some climbs where Steve got in the truck, and paralleled the Snake River in beautiful country with snow-capped mountains in the distance. We had a gnarly downhill to the river, where I was able to go ahead and scout out and be helpful, and then a long day of mostly spinning gradually uphill. The last 15 miles were along a dammed lake, and tricky because it was hilly and harder for vehicles to pass. Shawn only yelled at us a couple of times (all of it understandable, what she's doing is extraordinarily difficult), we crossed the Wyoming line and picked up a state trooper (out of central casting, mustache and all) and rolled into camp. People were much nicer with Officer Friendly at the back of the paceline.
There was food at camp. We eat well.