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Mostly the salad. There were a few short, steep hills to climb, but in general it was an easy day. We were to do our own cooking en route so we divided into teams, deciding that four teams of 3 was the best combination.
After reading Jeff's quotation for the day we went to bed with Annette's worries about tomorrow ringing in our ears. Asked about setting it up, Bud had given Croft the impression beitish wasn't really keen about it. The clickety-clack of the wheels and the occasional shunting of rail cars only added to the din of the diesel locomotive's engines, and their horns sounding several times an hour, every hour as they approached each crossing. chay
This became our standard nightly practice. My other friend, Pat Anderson, arrived a short time later and bought the next round.
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None looked really great. Patti, our team cook, prepared a breakfast of porridge, ably assisted by Randy and me.
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However, this quiet, back-country road was perfect for riding a paceline. The road surface was rough pavement, basically oiled gravel.
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