I’d nodded off for a while. Lying on the bed. Second day back on the road, ninety miles or so. Steady riding, a few climbs. One described by the ’Seattle-to-Portland’ cycle route guide as a right of passage. Neither Giles or I thought it so. Bit of a pull, low gears, but hardly character building.
A simple motel room in Longview. A very forgettable town, long strip of fast food joints. Wendy’s for dinner, a short stroll across the parking lot. Next morning breakfast in McDonalds. I’d slept well.
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