first time indoors

Torrential downpours and 40km headwinds, not to mention the hilliest 20km so far on this trip, sent us to Bandon, Oregon, after 2.5 hours of HELLISH riding (the strip of road was called the Seven Devils, one devil for each ridiculously steep hill we had to go up back to back). We laughed through it of course, thinking - what could possibly make this worse? I suggested diarrhea would probably hamper our ability to cycle even more. Then I got my period! ...but Bandon was only 20 minutes away now!

Bandon was an oasis of wonder - very small town but full of coffee shops (there's a community college in town), and when I asked where the nearest hostel was, it was literally 20 seconds away across the street. Also lovely: several bookstores and laundromats. Our first night indoors last night, at a small guesthouse by the sea.
Makes us realize how much of a routine we have gotten into; pack our stuff in the morning, ride for 2 hours, get a coffee and some food, ride 3+ more hours, try to make camp before dark, unpack, eat, try to stay warm and dry, sleep.

The routine is such that last night we both used our own towels when we showered, even though we each had a face, hair, and body towel provided for us by the accomodation.

I also had the chance, while sitting on the hostel bed in decent lighting, to appreciate my newly gigantic quads. I hope my jeans still fit.

Having coffee now, courtesy internet, but it's nice again so we shouldn't waste time. In 2 days we will be in California.