Up late (imagine that), we both commented that we miss(ed) Charles. He'd been such a part of the trip that it was odd not to have him around.
We stopped for milkshakes and fries in this nothing town of gas stations and signs. As we were eating this grizzled recumbent guy, named Ken, rides up on a Ryan recumbent with Bob trailer. We talked to him for a while about bikes and touring. He was going up 97 all the way to Canada doing a big loop and then coming back down the coast. He was 63 and had retiered at 58 from computer consulting over a dispute with a new manager and his assistant. They didn't want some "old guy who was going to die any time now" being the only person who knew how all the code worked. He was happy to relate that one of the two had just had their first heart attack and that he'd "be pissing on both their graves". Seeing him ride off you couldn't really disagree with him.
The only other thing of any mention was seeing Odell Lake. It was made famous to our generation by an video game of the same name for the Apple IIe that we all got to play in school. You were a fish that had to make split second decisions whether to eat certain things or flee. It was free fishing weekend so I'm sure that the real fish were getting to practice their fleeing.
When we totaled up the mileage today we were close to 70 mi which is right where I'd like to be. Portland here we come.
andrew
"God after this trip I'm not going to be able to fall asleep without the
sound of a highway next to me." - Brad
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