There hasn't been a whole lot going on the past few days. I did a super easy ride into Lincoln City where I spent most of my time in the public library. The clouds parted for the day and I threw a bunch of my wet things, which was pretty much everything, out on the grass to dry. That night I camped with three touring ladies. One was new blood like me but the other two had been on multiple tours and had ridden about 90 miles the day before. A gnarly day for anyone. Even though I didn't ride very far I still ate a massive amount of pasta and an entire loaf of garlic bread and called it a successful day.
The next day I, again, was in a heroic battle with my ancient enemy. The rain was brutal. Well, for a kid that grew up mostly in desert climates the rain was brutal. Even if a local wouldn't necessarily call the rain "brutal"... or even a sprinkle, it was still enough to re-soak everything that I had. Alco, I realized that my "water proof" side bags aren't exactly 100% waterproof. I made it just south of Tillamook to this really beautiful state park called Cape Lookout. At least it would be beautiful it it wasn't raining. Fortunately I had some dry clothes to sleep in and it didn't really rain throughout the night so it was bearable. Actually, the rain didn't bother me as much as I was expecting. It made me think about how miserable I was on the first day when just a little bit of precipitation was basically ruining my life. I think after all these miles I've finally just grown to accept what the conditions are around me. I know now that it's not going to rain forever and that the more rainy and damp I get one day, when the sun comes out I'll appreciate it that much more. The next day the sun did come out and it was glorious.