Even though it was always raining we saw some local color.
More local color
Maybe now it will be downhill.
After a couple more stages of cold rain and windy coastline, we decided it was time for the Wizard of Oz stage.
Oregon was fun but we felt more rain would not be enlightening and we were desperate to escape this weather system and dry out. So I sloshed my Nikes together three times saying “There’s no place like home state. There’s no place like home state. There’s no place like home state.” And it was magical. We fell into a wormhole and came out 250 miles south just inside the border of California and at the southern tip of the stubborn weather system. We didn’t feel that we’d missed much, since the second half of Oregon was pretty much like the first. In fact if you ride a just a couple hundred yards in Oregon that would be a good sampling. So even though it is still raining we know the sun is over the next hill.
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1 comment:
I knew those Nike's were good for something! don't think flip flops would've done the same majic. "California here I come, right back where I started from". good.
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