The Chain






Last night's motel was everything that the previous one hadn't been:  modern, tastefully decorated, well run, not on fire.  As a convenience to guests there was a great big gas bbq so we hustled down to the supermarket to procure 2 steaks the size of baseball gloves and had a gourmet supper.

Dinner tonight was take-away spaghetti which, because we are sophisticated, we ate sitting on the floor in our bedroom.  This created rather more mess than we anticipated.

We are on day 3 and, in addition to the occasional room inferno, we are challenged by an astonishing catalogue of mechanical issues.  For some reason this seems to mostly concern broken chains.  I would say the average for a trip is fewer than one but we have already now dealt with 3.  Tomorrow we will have to go and buy more chains.....about another 20 should do it.

Today we rode 80 miles to Long Beach, WA.  The weather was pretty indifferent (very overcast for much of the time hence the rather grey pictures) but cleared up enough for a stonking sunset over the specific Ocean.


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