It’s Just The Big Dam Bridge….Get Over It!!!

Clinton Presidential Library

Clinton Presidential Library

Day 110        September 27, 2014

Little Rock, Arkansas

A successful start to the day can often be measured by how quickly one’s dogs do their business. This was a very successful morning! And good thing, ‘cause we had to get to the start line of the Big Dam Bridge Cycling Tour.

The bikes are ready to roll. Heading out in the early morning for the Big Dam Bridge ride.

The bikes are ready to roll. Heading out in the early morning for the Big Dam Bridge ride.

The official t-shirt

The official t-shirt

While I walked the dogs, Mark tore the Space Shuttle apart to look for our bike helmets. Found ‘em! We were good to go!

Ready to rock 'n roll

Ready to rock ‘n roll

Waiting for the ride to begin

Waiting for the ride to begin

Lots of friendly folks waiting to start the ride

Lots of friendly folks waiting to start the ride

The entire ride was amazingly scenic and fun! And yes, we did actually ride over the Big Dam Bridge. I love that the Arkansasians have a sense of humor, and actually gave that exact name to their beloved bridge!

Mark's mid-ride selfie

Mark’s mid-ride selfie

Quick stop to take in the view

Quick stop to take in the view

Random scenery along the way

Random scenery along the way

The ride ended in the cool little neighborhood of Argentia, with free hot dogs and soda, and a live band. We got a couple beers from a little coffee shop/bar, and sat outside with some nice locals to listen to the band. (don’t judge…it was at least noon by time we started drinking beer)

Post-ride, a great local band playing in the street near the finish line

Post-ride, a great local band playing in the street near the finish line

@ The Joint for post-ride coffee and beer

@ The Joint for post-ride coffee and beer

I got the coffee

I got the coffee

Mark got the beer

Mark got the beer

Eventually, we headed back to the Space Shuttle. It was time to check on the doggies, take a shower, and go out exploring on foot.

Post-ride, back at the Space Shuttle, we were greeted by Trixie and Tiny

Post-ride, back at the Space Shuttle, we were greeted by Trixie and Tiny

We went back to the Clinton Presidential library to walk around and take more photos. And this time, we went inside. Besides the Presidential stuff in there, there was also a nice Dale Chihuly glass exhibit.

Clinton Presidential Library

Clinton Presidential Library

Clinton Presidential Library

Clinton Presidential Library

Clinton Presidential Library

Clinton Presidential Library

Wedding reception @ the Clinton Presidential Library. Should we crash it?

Wedding reception @ the Clinton Presidential Library. Should we crash it?

Chihuly glass art @ the Clinton Presidential Library.

Chihuly exhibit @ the Clinton Presidential Library.

Chihuly glass art @ the Clinton Presidential Library.

Chihuly exhibit @ the Clinton Presidential Library.

Chihuly glass art @ the Clinton Presidential Library.

Chihuly exhibit @ the Clinton Presidential Library.

@ the Clinton Presidential Library

Mark @ the Clinton Presidential Library

View of the pedestrian bridge, from the Clinton Presidential Library

View of the pedestrian bridge, from the Clinton Presidential Library

Lunch break beer

Lunch break beer @ Boscos

Tired from the day’s activities, we spent the evening back at the RV park. We took a walk along the river, then settled in to cook dinner and do our laundry.

Evening walk along the river

Evening walk along the river

And once again, we met some fellow RV-ers who were amazed that all four of us had been living in the small Space Shuttle for so long!! We were getting close to the four-month point of our trip, and even we were amazed at how well we were all doing!

Cannibalism & Bad Hair Days

Thunder Hole. Acadia National Park, Maine

Thunder Hole. Acadia National Park, Maine

Day 60    August 8

I tried to get a haircut today. It didn’t quite happen.

In the morning, we drove into Bar Harbor to look around. I spotted a trendy looking hair boutique downtown, and, as luck would have it, they could squeeze me in at noon. I was very excited to get my rat’s nest worked on!

Bar Harbor, Maine. Great sky!

Bar Harbor, Maine. Great sky!

At noon, I showed up as directed. But after a very lengthy conversation with the stylist about what miracle she’d be doing for me, she no longer had time to perform said miracle. Apparently, if you’re gonna talk and look at pictures for 45 minutes, you should do it prior to your hour-long appointment.

I left my appointment looking exactly like I did when I walked into my appointment.

And, back to Acadia we went to immerse ourselves in nature.

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Thunder Hole

Thunder Hole

Thunder Hole

Thunder Hole

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

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Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Acadia National Park, Maine

Eager to get some exercise, we hopped on our bikes and headed out on one of the beautiful carriage roads in the park.

@ one of the carriage roads

@ one of the carriage roads

Away we go. Doin' the carriage roads.

Away we go. Doin’ the carriage roads.

Wait for me!

Wait for me!

We rode for quite a while, but when we decided we should head back, we couldn’t figure out exactly how to get back.

We shoulda paid attention to the signs!

We shoulda paid attention to the signs!

Wheeeeee!!!!!!!

Wheeeeee!!!!!!!

ugh...uphill

ugh…uphill

We took a couple of wrong turns, and had to double back on the trail a couple of times, before finding the branch of the road that we’d come in on.

We agreed that we were very unprepared hikers and bikers, and there was a pretty good chance that, if we had kids, we’d get lost somewhere and have to eat our kids to survive.

End of the day. Back at our campground.

End of the day. Back at our campground.

Me, Jaymes, and The Cops…A Freaky Coincidency Event!!

Day 56    August 4     Part 2

The world wide web is a weird and freaky place to be hanging out. Bad shit happens here. And good shit happens too. And today, the good and the bad came together.

Back on June 21st, Summer Solstice, which should have been a joyous day, but turned out not to be, my super nice Trek road bike was stolen. I’m still holding a grudge against Portland, Oregon for that tragedy.

Fast forward to yesterday, August 3, which at this point in my way behind posting, wasn’t yesterday at all, but was more than two months ago. But in keeping with this chronological journal, it was yesterday.

Yesterday I received an email from someone named Jaymes. I don’t know Jaymes, but, he apparently reads my blog. (Hi Jaymes…if you’re still out there reading) Jaymes wrote that he found my stolen bike, and that I should call him as soon as possible.

I, of course, figured this was a scam to get money from me, and I immediately called the Portland police. The Portland police told me that they’d call Jaymes and check this all out for me.

Today, August 4th, I received a call back from the police. They talked to Jaymes, and said that he sounded legit. Jaymes told them where my bike supposedly was, and the cops said they’d go check it out.

Just like a fine suspense novel, I’d have to wait another couple days to hear back from the police. I was excited, but also skeptical that this could possibly be my bike!

Will I, Or Will I Not, Eat A Sandwich In Sandwich?

Old church that's now a private residence. Sandwich, MA

Old church that’s now a private residence. Sandwich, MA

Day 51   July 30

The day before, we’d explored the northern part of Cape Cod, so today, we ventured more southerly, toward South Dennis. Maybe because my “The Most Scenic Drives in America” book was set aside due to it’s state of self-destruction, or maybe because there didn’t seem to be too much to see in this area, we just did a drive-through, stopping only for a picnic lunch in a little park-like area.

South Dennis. Picnic lunch and a dog walk.

South Dennis. Picnic lunch and a dog walk.

The view at lunch time in South Dennis

The view at lunch time in South Dennis

As we drove around, I once again noticed the same metric ton of little graveyards everywhere, followed closely behind in numbers by pizza joints, ice cream stands, and Dunkin Donuts shops.

On our way out of Cape Cod, we spent some time in Sandwich. I really wanted to eat a sandwich in Sandwich, but it was late in the afternoon and almost every place was closed already. So we just walked around and took pics in this beautiful small town.

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Really? Well, who hasn't?! Sandwich, MA

Really? Well, who hasn’t?! Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

Sandwich, MA

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The next stop on our road trip would be Indian Head Resort Campground, just south of Plymouth, Massachusetts. We wouldn’t go into Plymouth until the morning, but, in honor of the Pilgrims, we had a traditional Pilgrim dinner of chips, salsa, sausage, and beer, and we played music around the campfire.

Docked for the night, outside of Plymouth, MA

Docked for the night, outside of Plymouth, MA

Where The Chatty Peeps Are

Mark @ the TVA Kentucky Dam.

Mark @ the TVA Kentucky Dam.

Day 32     July 11

We took our usual morning dog walk, and checked out our new campground. We met some of our neighbors, and got the low-down on the area. All of the folks we met were from nearby towns. And all of the folks we met were super chatty (in a good way)…must be something in the Kentucky water.

Despite the heat and humidity, we rode our bikes to the TVA Kentucky Dam, and then over to Grand Rivers. I was sweating like a pig. Mark barely broke a sweat. Weird, ‘cause at home, Mark has to turn on the a/c at the first hint of humidity, which, in San Diego, is like negligible. And yet, in Kentucky, on this day, it was about 90% humidity. Why wasn’t he sweating?!

@ TVA Kentucky Dam

@ TVA Kentucky Dam

The Dam

The Dam

Are all these wires necessary?

Are all these wires necessary?

When we got to Grand Rivers, we stopped at a little ice cream/smoothie shop and got a nice cold ice slushy to cool off. Next, we hit the local bike shop, where we got the scoop on some local bike rides from the very nice and very chatty owner. Again, I wondered about the Kentucky water and the chatty peeps.

Blue slushie time!

Blue slushie time!

Cooper the Wonder Dog (and bike shop mascot)

Cooper the Wonder Dog (and bike shop mascot)

Strike a pose @ Grand Rivers

Strike a pose @ Grand Rivers

And then ride like the wind!

And then ride like the wind!

We rode a little further up the road, and then turned around. It was just so hot and humid, and we still had a ways to ride back to our campground. Plus, we’d left the dogs in the space shuttle with the a/c running, which is great, but, I still worried about them. We’d told the campground host that we were leaving the dogs with the a/c on, but to please call us if the electric went out at the park. But I still worried!

When we arrived back at the campground, the dogs were nice and cool and happy in the rv. And we were thoroughly exhausted from our ride. Spent the rest of the day just hanging out and talking with our nice neighbors.

Relaxing, now that their peeps are back.

Relaxing, now that their peeps are back.

Don’t Mess With The Fritos, and other horror stories…

Another corn field?!

Another corn field?!

Day 30    July 9

Dax and Trixie went off to a local St. Charles dog groomer today. They were past due for baths and haircuts, and the space shuttle was starting to get just a hint of dogginess to it.

With the pups away, Mark and I were free to play for a couple hours, so we went for a bike ride on the Katy Trail.  I noticed that nobody on this trail says hello to fellow cyclists. Quite a contrast to riding on the bike trail in Boise, Idaho, where everyone said hello to the point of annoyance! After getting dissed by at least 10 other cyclists, I decided to embrace the fact that I didn’t have to be social, and I could just enjoy my ride.

In the early afternoon, after picking up the pups, we went to the service appointment we’d made at Mercedes Benz of St. Charles. Nothing was wrong, we were just due for our “Service A,” which was basically an oil change. The guys there took good care of us, and we enjoyed having a good internet connection for a couple hours.

We hit the road again, with a bag of Chili Fritos in our laps. Didn’t really dig those so much. You shouldn’t mess with Fritos. There’s just no justification or need to mess with regular Fritos. If you need some flavored junky chip snacks, try Doritos. They come in all kinds of flavors. But leave the Fritos alone!

Crossing another state line. Always thrilling. Never boring!

Crossing another state line. Always thrilling. Never boring!

Mark said we were heading to Carbondale, Illinois. I told him I didn’t want to go there. He told me that when he mentioned it before, that I’d said, “OK.”  No, I had to set him straight.

“I did not! I said, I don’t want to freakin’ go to Carbondale. That’s me. Saying “OK,” that’s so not me. I would never just say “OK.” But saying F-No…that would have been me”

And so it went. And so did we…to Carbondale, via Rt 3, The Great River Road. We never saw a river though. Just lots of nice countryside and corn fields and cows.

Turn left! Turn Left!

Turn left! Turn Left!

I spotted some beautiful white cows in a field, and I wondered…If I was going to buy a couple cows, would I buy two white ones, two black ones, or one of each? Don’t even get me started about the multi-colored ones.

As we drove, a song came on the radio that I decided was the perfect travel song. Don’t know who sang it or what it was called, but the words were, “Roll in to town, Step off the bus, Wipe off the “where you came from” dust.” Perfect!

And, we rolled right into Carbondale, Illinois and then parked ourselves for the night at the Crab Orchard Campground.

Crab Orchard Campground

Crab Orchard Campground

Crab Orchard Campground

Crab Orchard Campground

People In Boise Know How To Have Fun!

Rafting on the river

Rafting on the river

Day 14

On Monday, June 23, after gettin’ the hell out of Dodge (Skeeter Lake), we’d planned to stop at the Airstream dealer in Nampa. Nope. That dealer is closed Mondays. We’d have to try again on Tuesday.

So we went to Boise, Idaho, to the Boise River RV Park.

We spent the day biking on the 26 mile Greenbelt bike/walking path that runs along the Boise River and into the downtown area. We didn’t bike the whole thing, but we did a good portion of it.

Man, bike, river

Man, bike, river

Our ride took us along the river, past folks swimming, paddle boarding, kayaking, rafting, and floating in the river. This was a fun, fun place, with lots of happy people! Everyone we passed on the path, said hello. It was almost annoying to have to say hello back to so many people. But I loved the friendly vibe!

Playing in the river

Playing in the river

We rode past Boise State University, into some cool parks, right into downtown, and around the State Capitol building. We stopped for a snack at a great little independent coffee shop with an attached gift shop where we, of course, bought some Star Trek pins and some alien/Area 51 pins to decorate our rig.

Downtown coffee shop & novelty shop

Downtown coffee shop & novelty shop

The State Capitol building

The State Capitol building

The coolest thing we discovered on our ride, was an artificial wave in the river, where surfers and kayakers lined up to take their turns.

A surfer on the artificial wave

A surfer on the artificial wave

The surfers would enter the wave from the side and then see how long they could stand up. And the kayakers played by paddling into the rough water current that the wave created. This was a one person at a time on/in the wave operation, and everyone wore helmets. Not for the faint of heart.

A mobile coffee shop by the river

A mobile coffee shop by the river

So far, we were loving Boise!

Post Script: Mark broke one of his pairs of reading glasses today. Poor boy!

Broken reading glasses

Broken reading glasses

Portland Sucks!!

Day #12   part 1

Loved Portland…Until I Hated It

The first half of Day #12 was painful. I hate to even write about it, so, I’ll make it quick and short.

My road bike got stolen. For those of you who know me and my bike, yes, my white Trek Madone 5.5 with cool upgrades like electronic shifting. UGH!!!

We had stopped at REI in downtown Portland, to buy some hiking shoes. We were only in the store about 20 minutes, when I remembered that we hadn’t remembered to pay for parking.

When I went outside to pay for parking, my bike was gone. Some a**hole had cut through our band new kryptonite cables and locks, had picked the lock on the bike rack, had cut through some straps, had opened up the rubber straps that hold the bike onto the rack…and had taken off with my freakin’ bike! The only good news, was that they didn’t have time to also take Mark’s road bike. 

Aarrrggggggg!!! Freakin’ infuriating, not to mention a complete let down and total disappointment in the human race. People (who steal bikes) SUCK!!

I filed a police report, and then, despondently just finished off the rest of the afternoon. Nothing I could do about it, and I tried to not think about it, and to get back to a happy state of being.

I just decided that I’d hate Portland, instead of loving it, even if just for a couple of days. And that would have to do.

Cycling Adventure & The Painfully Cold Shower

Flower fields on Sauvie Island, Oregon

Flower fields on Sauvie Island, Oregon

Day #11

On the morning of Day #11, otherwise known as June 20th, we got stuck at Target. We intended to make a quick stop there on the way out to Sauvie Island, but the quick stop turned into 3 hours.

It was all good. This was a Target superstore, and we needed some stuff, so that was cool. We stocked up on food, water, and various supplies (paper towels, paper plates, etc.). And when we brought everything out to the RV, we then got caught up in another reorganization of our stuff. 

And that turned into having to also make a stop at West Marine. We needed some hook thingies to hang some stuff with, and we needed toilet chemicals. And we needed to waste time walking all around the store ‘cause it was big and really nice and full of stuff  that is fun to look at, but that we didn’t really need.

I was pretty happy when we finally pulled out of that shopping center, and headed out to Sauvie Island to go cycling. Not sure what the whole story about Sauvie Island is, but we sure enjoyed it. It seems to be all agricultural, and nature preserve-ish. 

Let the cycling begin!

Let the cycling begin!

If you want to drive around Sauvie Island, you have to pay like $8 or so, for a permit. The guy who owned the little convenience store/bait shop (ya gotta be careful which fridge section you go food shopping in!), he let us park in his lot for free, since we were just gonna be cycling around the island.

We had a great ride. Sauvie Island is just outside of the city, but it’s completely rural. A great place, and a great sunny day for a bike ride.

Out and about around Sauvie Island

Out and about around Sauvie Island

Since we had gotten such a late start to the day, by time we finished our ride, it was already 5:00 pm. So, instead of going back to the “night is like day” RV park, we decided to just shower in the RV, and head right downtown for dinner and drinks.

Problem…the hot water fault indicator light kept coming on. Damn! We couldn’t get hot water! I was determined to take a shower, and so I just took an all-cold water shower. The water was colder than I bargained for. It was painfully cold, and the entire 1.5 minutes of my shower, I screamed and cussed like a sailor. Smartly, perhaps, after hearing me screaming through my shower, Mark decided to just wipe down with a wet paper towel and skip the real shower. Smart man. A little dirt and sweat never hurt anyone.

Downtown Portland

Downtown Portland is cool. It is so cool, that, right off of the city center, there exists the coolest Apple store ever. It is all glass on three sides! WOW!!! For Mark and I, being the Apple lovers that we are, it was an overwhelmingly beautiful site!!

Apple store, in downtown Portland

Apple store, in downtown Portland

OK, seen the Apple store. Next, dinner and drinks at the roof-top restaurant at The Nines (hotel). Nice views overlooking the city. Great food. Great drinks. Pricey, yes. A thing to do once, definitely! 

View from the top of the Nines

View from the top of the Nines

View from the top of the Nines

View from the top of the Nines

And so concluded Day #11. Another perfect day (except for that darn shower!!).

How Many Pairs of Underwear Will It Take?

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We’re down to the wire. We leave on our big cross country trip in two days. And so, today we’re packing. Never have been the kind to prep and pack a week ahead of time. That would be less stressful, I think. But, here we are, doing it today.

And here you have it….four months worth of clothes and unders…all laid out on my bed. Doesn’t look too bad. I think it will all fit in the RV. I hope it will.

Only thing missing is my Patagonia nano puff jacket, which is currently in the washer. I know, won’t be needing that for a while. But, come the end of September and October, I’ll be happy I packed it.

And shoes. Add one pair of running shoes  (and the jacket) to that pile, and that’s my wardrobe for the next four months.

Most important thing is unders. Need to pack enough of them so that we don’t have to do laundry but every ten days or so.

Oops….I did forget to include something in that photo….my cycling gear. DAMN!!! That’s a whole pile of crap that needs to fit somewhere.

Allrighty then, back to square one to rethink everything! Lots to figure out!!! Will let you know how I do.

 

3 Perfect Days of Bikes, Fiddles & Wine….Part 3

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6:00am is the new 5:00am. Changed the clocks the night before. It was dark outside at 6:00am. And cold. We were awoken by the early morning hustle and bustle as others arrived early to park and set up for the first bike race of the day.

Mark’s race started at 7:30am, and when he was finished, we had the whole day to just hang out outside the RV, watch the rest of the races, and basically, do nothing. This “doing nothing” turned out to be lots of fun.

It seems that our Airstream is a real conversation starter. So many people come up to us and ask about our RV. Everyone wants to know if it has a bathroom in it. It does. A very small wet bath. And some people want to know if we sleep in it. Yes, the bed in the back is king size…bigger than the bed in our house!

We’ll almost always invite people to look inside. And everyone is usually really surprised to see that, as small as we are compared to all the other RV’s, that we are fully self-contained. They’re also surprised to see that we can manage in that small space with our two dogs, and musical instruments in the back! Truthfully, I’m surprised too. But I’ve gotten used to stepping over the dogs, and straddling at least one of them while I brush my teeth. I’ve adapted!

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Our view of the races and the porta-potties. Lucky we don’t have to use the porta-potties!

 

 

 

And so, we spent a lovely day, watching bike races and meeting lots of nice people. After the final race of the day, one of the race officials came over to see Fiona. We gave him the tour, invited him to sit down outside with us, and gave him a shot of whiskey. We’d made another friend.

And so came to an end, our lovely weekend full of bikes, fiddles, wine, hot rods, and whiskey. Can’t wait to do it again! Gotta start planning another outing!

3 Perfect Days of Bikes, Fiddles & Wine….Part 1

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This past weekend was a bit of a clusterf^%# as far as road trips go. We are the masters of poor planning, not planning at all, and of just being dumb sometimes.

In all honesty, I just love to say “clusterf^%#” and our weekend really wasn’t that bad. We did have some “issues” with our road trip that could have and should have been avoided.

Mark had to be in Murrieta, CA this past Friday, Saturday, and Sunday for bike races. The loosely laid Plan A was that we’d all go up there in the RV. That was as far as Plan A got, as far as details. And therein lie the problem.

We keep our RV in a storage facility about 20 minutes from our home in the city. The day prior to, or the morning of a trip, we drive out there and swap out our car for our RV. At the moment, we don’t have a bike rack on our little car (bike was on roof rack, car got driven into our parking garage, bike and roof rack got ripped off. oops), so for the time being, after we do the swap, we then have to drive the RV back downtown and load our bikes from there. Reverse the process at the end of a trip. A bit time consuming, but a temporary situation.

Because we failed to plan properly for this little road trip, we were unable to pick up the RV on Thursday evening or on Friday morning.  So there it was, Friday morning at 7:00 am and we really needed to get our butts on the road right away. Time for Plan B.

Plan B…We throw Mark’s bike in the back of the car, and drive the car up to Murrieta. The dogs would stay at home. After Mark’s race, we’d drive home, and then go pick up the RV, and drive back up to Murrieta early on Saturday morning. Not efficient, but it would work. Murrieta was only an hour drive away.

Off we went in the car. Me, Mark, Mark’s bike, and my fiddle. Glad I brought Gladys (my fiddle). I had a lot of time to kill as Mark warmed up on his bike trainer (photo up top), and did his race. I had a fun time hanging out and playing by myself. I think everyone else was pretty amused by me as well. I was probably the first fiddler they’d ever seen at a bike race!

After the race, we went to The Mill for lunch. Had one of the best pizzas ever! If you go there, get the “Veggie with a Different Opinion,” substitute red sauce for the white sauce, and add Chicken Apple Sausage (or not). Delicious!

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And then we drove home. Actually, we headed right to the RV storage place to do the car/RV swap so that we could head back to Murrieta first thing the next morning. We got all the way to storage, when we realized that we didn’t have the keys for the RV on us. Aaarrggggg.

So we drove home, got the keys for the RV, drove back to storage, got the RV, and drove back home. Luckily we found a parking spot right outside our building…a minor miracle here in the city. Fiona would be safe there until we left again early Saturday morning.

As soon as we got home, Mark threw his cycling kit into the washing machine, to be worn again on Saturday (cycling kit = cool spandexy outfits that cyclists wear). We chowed down on our leftover pizza from lunch. Still delicious.

You’d think we’d be exhausted by all of this, but for some reason, we were both totally energized. This is when we made our next mistake. We both agreed that we may as well drive back up to Murrieta that night. We weren’t tired, and this would save us from having to drive up there really early on Saturday morning.

We gathered up all of our stuff, packed up the RV, and at about 11:00pm, we took off, again, for Murrieta.

All went well. We arrived just after midnight, and parked, for free, in a little parking lot right next to where the race would start in the morning. Can’t beat that! We did get a knock at our door at 6:00am to move our rig, but, we had to get up early anyway, so that was ok.

After we moved the rig, and as I was preparing coffee and oatmeal for breakfast, I heard it. “It” was every expletive known to mankind, coming out of Mark’s mouth (another exaggeration. it was just the F-bomb). Mark had just realized that he had left his cycling kit in the washing machine at home. Remember, he was laundering it because we hadn’t planned to drive back up to Murrieta until the morning. When we made that last minute decision to drive back up Friday night, we both completely forgot about his kit.

OMG….we were going to have to drive back home to get his kit, and then drive back to Murrieta for the third time! This can NOT be happening!!! And really, it could NOT be happening, because there wasn’t enough time.

Mark would have to find his teammates to see if any of them had an extra kit with them. It was a long shot, but was the only option. I’m happy to tell you that, thanks to his awesome teammate, Edwin, Mark was able to race. Not only is Edwin a super nice guy, but he’s also the same size as Mark. The day was saved!

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Mark had a fun time racing. I had a fun time watching. The dogs had a fun time hanging out with me and meeting all the other cycling doggies.

After his race, we decided to take the rest of the afternoon to go exploring the Temecula area, just south of Murrieta. This tale is already long enough for one day (my most wordiest post to date, I’m quite sure), and so I’ll save the rest of the little road trip adventure story for manana.

Stay tuned for Part 2 of “3 Perfect Days of Bikes, Fiddles & Wine.”