Well, if you have read up until now, you'll know that today was a very late start. After we got our bikes back with their new drivetrains, and we got them loaded up and hit the raod. We left Sherri's house with deli sandwiches in our bellies and happiness in our hearts. It was about 2pm so we knew we were not going to get far. The bike path leading us out of Portland was nice, but there was a slight grade most of the way, like a slight rubbing of your wheel brakes, we just couldn't get into a cruising mode.
Along the path a very fit rider asked us where we were going. Usually, when I get this question I assess the subject or situation and answer accordingly. If we're pressed for time, or the inquisitor seems like "the answer may not compute," I answer a place that we're riding to an upcoming town. If they seem like they would "get it" and specially in a case like today where this person was biking in the same direction, I answered "Boston." This of course slowed her down and she had a few follow up questions, and some helpful tidbits.
She mentioned that the town 6 miles after the bike path ended had a food truck section. So, we planned to go there for an early dinner, and perhaps ride another 15 miles or so to the the national forest, where campgrounds start to crop up. But when we got to the food trucks, we were not really hungry, but, we didn't feel that we could make it 15 miles up without food. So we lingered at the roadside station to "rest up" an appetite and figure out a place to crash.
Slight panic set in when we looked at the map and there seemed to be no where to camp that was within our energy level. So we looked at hotels, which were both booked. We considered other "free" options but it was too populated for that. So we got an Airbnb! Oh the comforts that a credit card and a cellphone can provide. While all of this was transpiring, we all became hungry. So we ate while we waited for the Airbnb host to send us instructions on how to get to our rental.
With our bellies full again, this time with Thai, Indian, and burritos, we rolled up the 0.8 of a mile to our home for the night. As I type, Netflix plays in the background, devices recharge, and soft beds await to lull us into slumber. We are enjoying this tonight as we know these comforts will not be so readily available as we head into eastern Oregon.