In an effort not to dwell on the past, may we only say that today's effort was mightily rewarded with hard liquor at the end that will power us tomorrow to the Pacific! But if you really want the story, California was evidently trying to test our endurance, since we went 92 miles today (accidentally) in strong headwinds, some rain thrown in there, several miles of gravel roads, and choices between certain death and less certain death. That was, in fact, a choice we had today: death by Route 12, with no shoulder and trucks whizzing by our cute little heads, or endless miles of gravel roads, which on 25/28 mm tires with headwinds and tired bodies and minds spells somewhat certain death also. We hedged our bets and chose gravel. Since we write tonight, we evidently beat the house.
By the end, it was solely the knowledge of the proximity of the ocean and our welcoming crew that kept us going until well after dusk. Beer was just not going to cut it tonight; strong martinis (on the house) did! Vive tomorrow! Tomorrow, tomorrow, we love you, tomorrow, you're only a day (and 61 miles) awaaaaaaaay.
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