Our legs have done us well

Essentially, we've been bookin' it. We're already in Cannon Beach, Oregon. We'll pass over the Oregon/Washington border tomorrow morning and then head up towards Seattle, hopefully reaching Snohomish area by the weekend. We have been so busy riding that we haven't done laundry since we crossed the California border into Oregon over a week ago. Our bicycles are the only things that don't smell. It's funny how you just don't smell yourself after a while... I'm not sure I like that kind of olfactory habituation, but it has worked pretty well for us up to today: Laundry Day. Other than smelly clothing, the riding has been great. We've been covering plenty of miles each day, and have had pretty good weather - oh, wait, no that's not right - the weather has been strange indeed. Sunburn weather with severe headwinds in the southern parts of Oregon, and then tailwinds from Bandon pushing us north (thank god) but accompanied by of plenty of rain. Two days ago, it poured (absolute downpour) all day long. We rode nearly fifty-five miles and had no dry spots with the exception of a stop at Starbucks (yeah, I know Starbucks is evil, but the pumpkin spice latte is really good). That day we also had three flat tires; all the nasty stuff on the roads washes down the shoulders, which is where we ride, if we fit. Brian had each of his three tires go out within two hours. We also pulled a staple and a piece of glass out of my tire. It wasn't a good day for repairs, but Brian did well putting patches on our tires under the safety of awnings and in workshops owned by singing welders (don't make fun of a big dude welding stuff while singing Beach Boys tunes at the top of his lungs). Well, we're off to have some clam chowder at Mo's next door. I'll 'cheers' with a tall cold one to clean laundry and passing the 800-mile mark.