Well, we enjoyed our last supper. To my great pleasure, I found that like me, Erica Johnson has a fondness for dirty martinis. I also enjoyed some Northwest oysters and salmon, though Deanne Johnson did not think much of the oysters. Eric twisted my arm to have a second martini. How hard did he twist? Well, all he had to do was order one. Uncle. I followed.
We were joined by Gerald and Deanne Snodgrass, as well as Eric's aunt and uncle, and Deanne Johnson's cousin. The setting was excellent with a picturesque overview of a bay.
We went back for a rider briefing to go over tomorrow's route. It is not a technically difficult route as there is not much climbing and weather is expected to be moderate but it involves a lot of turning, so it is easy to get lost.
We have a photographer coming from the local paper to take pictures of us as we depart at 7:30 am tomorrow.
Labels: The Last Supper