47.0 mi / 10.3 mph / 1809 ft. climbing
Home: Glacier Country Motel
Yesterday while eating dinner outside the campground kitchen, it was difficult to not notice the attractive woman striding past, a woman with blonde hair as short as her tanned legs were long. After breakfast this morning while I was crouched down packing up my bike in front of the same kitchen, those same legs crossed my sightline. A glance behind me showed no one else was up-and-about yet, so I was free to execute a more-complete ogling as she walked away (my equally-attractive wife was in the bathroom and thus unavailable to ogle!) As I stood up, the fence between us panned downward, first revealing that short haircut, then a long-sleeved hoodie, and then…her completely-exposed ass, with a narrow strip of thong riding proudly as the only stitch of clothing between her hips and her feet. I jerked my head around a second time, this time actually hoping to see someone else, who could confirm for me that I wasn’t dreaming. Because it completely felt like a dream, not where “dreamlike” is a lazy euphemism for “amazing”, but where it means “this is such an unlikely thing to happen in the real world, but something straight from the world of dream-logic”.
Anyway, it seems it wasn’t a dream, which was good, because I knew I’d already packed up the tent, and it would have sucked to learn that I’d only done that in the dream-world, and still had to do it a second time in the real world. Apparently it was just another amenity in this five-star campground! Thinking about it, I guess I have also done a run to a campground toilet in my underwear, but that was at like 3am, and I doubt I would have caused anyone to question reality even if they had seen me!
Ok, then bike riding! A longer one day, and we’re sadly done with the West Coast Wilderness Trail, but we’re still in the narrow coastal strip between the water on our right and the snow-capped mountains on our left. Our original plan was to go only ~30 miles to Hari Hari, but the rain forecast has moved up a day, now starting tomorrow morning, so we’re pushing on to a motel in Whataroa during the clear weather, in order to leave a shorter day of rain-riding tomorrow.
For dinner we got fish-and-chips from the one establishment (a few groceries + cafe) in Whataroa, which luckily was open until 7pm on this Wednesday, unlike the 3pm closing earlier in the week. Our motel room was in a former maternity hospital, so although the bathroom was big enough to store our bikes inside of, there was also a large covered deck (with ramp!) outside so we just left the bikes there, knowing that we would be able to pack and seal them from the rain in the morning before we ventured out into it. A nice side-effect was that it brought me out of the room near sunset to see a spectacular scene that turned the entire sky red, which we would have been oblivious to otherwise. But “red sky at night, sailor’s delight” is going to be super-wrong in this case…