Nothing like flying into camp with a tailwind on a 90 mile day at 22+ mph, legs spinning effortlessly, to make you feel good about your day.
It started out kind of slow, my legs felt bad and we were on a freeway shoulder that had these hideous “wake ‘em up” strips. Every few pedal strokes “ku klump!” as your bike went over the strip whacking your hands and your butt – Mark said there were 100 of them per mile – that’s a lot of butt whacks. The next road was fairly bumpy also, but slightly downhill, so we could move well.
Checkpoint was at the Koffa Cafe, a very funky cafe were I got a big sugary coke, one of Bob’s french frys, and a bite of his cherry pie. After resting in the coolness of the cafe it was back on the bike for a nice gentle climb. About halfway to the top Keri and I stopped to look at some petroglyphs, then it was on to an excellent wind assisted pedal through the valley. There were small mountains on both sides with enough color to look at and keep it interesting.
Our camp has only small grassy area for tents, so we’re a bit squwished. Laundry is done. Sig has brought back from town (six miles) skanky cheese and wine, Dave has brought beers, so we had happy hour. Dinner was at a tavern down the road. The locals there look like cowboys, and the ceiling has lots of hand written messages to read. Mr. Bill is feeling good so we all get free drinks on him, the food is good and plentiful.
90.5 miles - 3,620 feet of climbing