We’ve packed our bags and put our bikes out in the driveway to get prepared for tomorrows venture. Minutes later I’m standing in the kitchen staring outside at the bikes all while they’re being thrashed from the unexpected shitty weather. We’re having torrential downpour, hail, wind, all of it! I had this feeling of discomfort come over me. I don’t like the cold and I don’t like the rain. I certainly don’t like seeing my new shiny saddlebags getting beat up by all this water.
This trip is going to push me slightly over my comfort limit. There will be moments we will not have a choice but to brave it and keep going until we get somewhere where we can stop.
The thoughts I got from Neil was “you can find shelter in Oregon while I head to Mexico in the rain” Well, I guess I’ll stop being such a pussy then. On a happy note, our things are still dry in the saddlebags during this mini storm we’re having. Let’s hope it lasts all night and the next 3 weeks.
We rushed around packing up the last little bits this morning, fed the kids, dropped them off, then hopped on our bikes to head to downtown Victoria. We arrived at
We woke before sunrise from our chilly slumber, a toe and finger-numbing 2 degrees. Much too cold to be sleeping in a tent. There we were, bundled up like little