This morning was one of the first mornings we awoke not in a fog. Everyone was quietly excited about the lower mileage of 40 miles and reserved about the possible hills rising to the heavens. I heard stories of Tarantula sightings but alas from my point of view, they were only stories.
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| The "Duchess" putting the final 2 lbs of fresh air in her tire for the Solvang dash. |
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| Jim and Don tightening a spoke by putting a kink in it. |
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| The infinite main street out of Santa Maria. |
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| The infinite rows of strawberries (Ok, they are under the plastic). |
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| Herb is quickly putting Santa Maria behind and dreaming of the wines in Solvang. |
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| The very rare albino pumpkin appears in my lens amongst a sea of vegetation. |
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| Don demonstrating air pump use for the amusement of those assembled. |
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| A once new bicycle is geared up ready to ride. |
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| The gate to the land of Peppers. |
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| In the land of Peppers. |
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| Views from one of the hills as we close in on Solvang. |
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| Such order in the land of grapes. |
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| The storybook town of Solvang. |
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| Here we are in the Netherlands....there must be a yogurt shop close. |
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| My first step of my new fall training regimen. |
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| There was a cigar shop next to the yogurt shop. A natural next step for my fall training program. |
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| The book club taking a much needed break after a grueling discussion of the 2nd paragraph in the prologue. |
Tomorrow (Saturday) we ride to Oxnard. It is over 80 miles to this place of unknown and unexamined distinction. Perhaps we can change that. :>)
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