Gena, We're Going.

^^^^ was the first of many wake-up calls. I won't say I ever grew accustomed to it either. The ringing of Adam and Steve chimed in at 7am...  however this was East Coast time so it felt like 6. I rolled over in my sleeping bag and across Adam's in the center of the tent to reach into the trailer to see what kind of grub we had for breakfast, but quickly remembered that the reason the dudes ate cold stew the night before was not merely as a result of fatigue... but because we didn't have the right propane canister to fire up our travel stove.

Skipping breakfast I walked over to the station and knocked on the door to see who was there this morning. The head Chief (LaHaye) greeted me and let me use the rest room. As I was walking back out to the dudes I started small talk with LaHaye and he followed me out to meet the rest of the bicyclists. He'd asked how we were able to afford the time or money to take a trip like this. Adam spoke up as he always does to this question, "We sold BOOKS. DOOR-to-DOOR" (while violently nodding his head in agreement with himself).

After about 2.5 hours we were all unpacked and repacked (keep in mind this was a true first day with both trailers as we had only received the second trailer once we settled down at the station the night before). I honestly can't fathom why it took so long... ohhhh yeah, there was the point blank confusion of how the heck to fit everything in the trailer bags... collapsing the tents, shaking the dew off the dents, laying them out to dry in the sun, the morning sit-down, refilling our water bottles and adding "electrolytes", the rationing of the cliff bars, and then finally figuring out how to attach all the little extras to the trailers (coats, tents, sleeping pads, pans) with bungee cords... yup, that was it. So at 9:30, we were ready. Ready to begin again.

                                       Yes, all of this went into those 2 "Bob" trailers