Hmm.
Riding across the country the last thing we need is bad luck. The last thing we need is bad luck. The thing that we do need is a positive attitude. I've tried to remain optimistic even when rain, headwinds, IT band pain, inconsiderate semitruck drivers and crunchy pavement have all slowed by enjoyable coasting down the long road towards San Francisco. For the most part it has been easy. I love riding my bike, and am fortunate to have a wanderlust personality which draws me to enjoy new towns and the mysteries of what lays ahead each day. The hardest part of this trip is knowing that once each day ends, that part of the trip is over and won't be repeated.
But not today. The first 40 miles were the worst of the trip. It was a compounding of factors: rain, cold, bad pavement, logging trucks driving too fast and too close and quads that are really starting to ache for the first time. To put it simply, I'm glad this morning is over.
But lunch was good. Some good Mexican food, which I expect will get better and better as I head south approaching the border. I also had a Hershey's bar, which I think did a magic trick. After lunch everything seemed a bit better. Legs felt lighter, more energy. And the rain dried up and I saw the sun. I love the sun. Maybe it's because I grew up in the desert, but I really thrive in the sunshine.
Charlie (my nephew) has been a riot. He spent all of lunch pouring water from a bowl to a cup to a plate, and then back again. And his favourite new saying: "Hey, pick someone on your own size." (He's kind of got the word order mixed up, but the idea is the same).
Lastly, we meandered through the forest to some huge trees. This one tree must have been the inspiration for Treebeard. It's supposedly the largest of its species.
Riding across the country the last thing we need is bad luck. The last thing we need is bad luck. The thing that we do need is a positive attitude. I've tried to remain optimistic even when rain, headwinds, IT band pain, inconsiderate semitruck drivers and crunchy pavement have all slowed by enjoyable coasting down the long road towards San Francisco. For the most part it has been easy. I love riding my bike, and am fortunate to have a wanderlust personality which draws me to enjoy new towns and the mysteries of what lays ahead each day. The hardest part of this trip is knowing that once each day ends, that part of the trip is over and won't be repeated.
But not today. The first 40 miles were the worst of the trip. It was a compounding of factors: rain, cold, bad pavement, logging trucks driving too fast and too close and quads that are really starting to ache for the first time. To put it simply, I'm glad this morning is over.
But lunch was good. Some good Mexican food, which I expect will get better and better as I head south approaching the border. I also had a Hershey's bar, which I think did a magic trick. After lunch everything seemed a bit better. Legs felt lighter, more energy. And the rain dried up and I saw the sun. I love the sun. Maybe it's because I grew up in the desert, but I really thrive in the sunshine.
Charlie (my nephew) has been a riot. He spent all of lunch pouring water from a bowl to a cup to a plate, and then back again. And his favourite new saying: "Hey, pick someone on your own size." (He's kind of got the word order mixed up, but the idea is the same).
Lastly, we meandered through the forest to some huge trees. This one tree must have been the inspiration for Treebeard. It's supposedly the largest of its species.
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| Now that's a tree. |
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| Hmm. |
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| The largest Western Cedar. "Is that a big tree or a small tree?" |
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| Treebeard? |
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| Lunch in Hoquiam. Charlie has quite the ability to play games. |
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