But it was a different ride, one we probably won't mark on the calendar for next year. The pancake breakfast was edible. The scenery was beautiful. 
The people were friendly. But... We didn't get more than 10 miles away from town in the first two hours. 
(Up one mountain road and back down again, up another, and back down again.) 
And in those two hours they had a rest stop every 7-10 miles--more than needed. So they faked us out. We thought the whole ride would be like that. Finally, finally we headed out of town on a 50 mile loop. And guess what? The support ended. Nada. Zip. Zero. A porta-potty on a construction site got lots of use--we were mighty glad to come upon it. Thankfully, the weather was overcast and cool so we didn't go through our water quickly, but by the time a rest stop did appear, we were running on empty.
(Up one mountain road and back down again, up another, and back down again.) 
And in those two hours they had a rest stop every 7-10 miles--more than needed. So they faked us out. We thought the whole ride would be like that. Finally, finally we headed out of town on a 50 mile loop. And guess what? The support ended. Nada. Zip. Zero. A porta-potty on a construction site got lots of use--we were mighty glad to come upon it. Thankfully, the weather was overcast and cool so we didn't go through our water quickly, but by the time a rest stop did appear, we were running on empty. In spite of it all, the three of us had some laughs.
This picture is for Scott. Last week on a group ride we were hustling our butts to get back in because it really started to rain. Kathie and Bob heard Scott yell, "Hey! That's sweet corn! We could stop and pick some!" And he meant it. So on Sunday we just had to stop and take a picture of Kathie picking sweet corn.
This picture is for Scott. Last week on a group ride we were hustling our butts to get back in because it really started to rain. Kathie and Bob heard Scott yell, "Hey! That's sweet corn! We could stop and pick some!" And he meant it. So on Sunday we just had to stop and take a picture of Kathie picking sweet corn. 
...that it hit me. I didn't plan on doing this ride so I didn't make arrangements for doggy care! Oh dear. The easiest (for the old dear) is for me to run her to Portland to Katie's. But there isn't time for that. The last time I asked a friend if she could stay at his place, she was so nervous that she peed in his garage more than in his yard, and escaped and ran back to our old home (where she had lived most of her life) not once, but twice. Another time I asked a friend to come let her out during a day trip. She got busy and sent her teenage son instead. (Nice kid, but certain recent events make me nervous about the thought of him in my house unattended.) So what to do? Which friend can I impose on now??? Who would be willing to interrupt their weekend several times to come let an old, neurotic dog out? OK, time to start calling...wish me luck! (Why does staying home now seem like a bad thing? I hadn't planned on doing the ride in the first place!)
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