A first

Firsts are wonderful. The first time. Remember? Today was one of them. A first.
Today for the first time ever we rode from Forks to Lake Quinault without a single drop of rain falling upon our heads. It was a beautiful 70 miles, out of the Bogachiel, past the Hoh, into Kalaloch, to Ruby Beach and lastly into Quinault. Blue Skies, nary a gale, several nice rollers, stretches of flats, some spectacular miles. All in all, about as good a ride as one could imagine. Day three, in the books. We are "camped" at the Lake Quinault Lodge, back from dinner and settling into the evening. I blog, Bernie calls, EJ Facebooks, and RG sprawls on the couch. I was informed at dinner that we skipped both breakfast and lunch on the ride. Ooops.
I suppose I was too caught up int he majesty of the moment to notice that food was one of those things that we do (and should do) on a regular rotation. We made up for it at dinner.
It appears as if today's first is at an end. The clouds are rolling in rapidly out of the North, meaning, according to the fisherman of the group, Bernie, that tomorrow will be wet.

I guess THAT won't be a first.

Tomorrow is the big day from Lake Quinault to Shelton, about 89 miles. We are hanging in there, Bernie with a sore quad/knee, ej with a achilles strain, RG is now having some leg issues from sitting, and my hammy is kinda tweaking along with its illustrious neighbor the left adductor. I think we'll make it. Tomorrow will be a test, a long one, and maybe a cold and wet one. Know what? Deal 'em.

Tonight however, we rest and recover.

Firsts are wonderful.

Pix are random shots from the day. Fun 101 continues.