After a cup of bad camp coffee, We started this morning with a long, cold descent from the pass. Breakfast was chocolate chip cookies served by the Chelan VFD at a little rest stop 14 miles down the road.
20 minutes later we stopped for lunch at the 59er Diner. The waitresses are all named "Flo." I had a huge banana pancake, a slab of ham, and one egg over easy. I recommend it.
We pedaled down busy Rte 2 past fruit orchards to Wenatchee Confluence State Park, a pleasant enough place to camp tucked away behind an ugly industrial area.
After a much needed shower and shave, we dropped our panniers and rode into town for a calorie rich supper. Somehow we scammed free pie from the server for dessert.
Back in camp, while I was patching yesterday's flat tube, BJ discovered that my front tire was now flat, a victim of the dreaded goat's head thorn.
As long as I had the patch kit out...
My odometer now reads 132.9 miles.
Ride, Brant, ride.
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, the dreaded "goat's head" thorn -- I grew up with them in the Texas "Panhandle". They are decidedly unpleasant, though I didn't know they could puncture a bike tire. Yipes!
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