Rest Day

After several grueling days of headwinds and hills, I've taken another rest day. On this lazy Sunday, I watched Tiger win the final round of the British Open and Floyd Landis win the Tour de France. The latter holds special interest for me: Floyd survived a tumultuous Tour, featuring a devastating set back during his first day in the Alps in which he not only lost the yellow jersey when he cracked on the hilly climbs and, by everyone's estimation, fell out of running for the Tour. That evening, I was also killed by hills (Oregon's in my case) and when I arrived an hour late at my Port Orford motel, the bicycle-loving receptionist likened my slow ascent to Floyd's. Little did we know that the following day Floyd would not only recover, but also achieve an unprecedented stage win on the hardest mountains and lay the groundwork for his eventual victory.

On the short ride from Waldport to Newport, I visited the Seal Rocks, but more importantly, I rested up for my tough day tomorrow.