Late

Oh, my aching ass. Whatever muscles are used to ride an ordinary bike, they aren't the same ones I've been using for the last couple of days. Can't sit down anymore. But we made it from Corvallis to a resort that is right out of a movie. The grounds look like the Masters golf course, only with redwood trees. We left this morning at 9, after taking a shower with some hot water, and travelled 68 miles to Vida, arriving at 4:15. Then an extra 4 miles to this resort in the forest. Back uphill in the morning. We needed a plumber last night at the super 8, where were you Copp? Laura's back is better, my ass worse. No disasters on the bike today though, but once I couldn't get my feet out at an intersection and almost ran into a little old lady. She was amused, we weren't.
It's all about farming up here, from xmas trees to grass for seed, We stopped and talked to Ma Kettle, some farmer's wife, about her grass farm. She filled us in on all the ins and outs of farming in Oregon. And thought we were nuts for riding the monstrosity across the country. Now that we're sitting over a bottle of wine in this forest by the river all seems well, even my ass. Big day tomorrow over a pass, but there are some hot springs on the way we may stop at, they say clothing mandatory, we'll see about that. Comments welcome any time, we miss you all.
This entry is late because we had no internet service last night. Next entry may have the same problem.