After ten hours of perfectly deep sleep, Pam and Chuck invited me for breakfast and I figured ham, eggs and homemade bread sounded a heck of lot yummier than a pop-tart! After a delightful breakfast with them, thinking, "Will I be treated this well my entire trip?", I was on my way. I rode 46.5 miles to Portland and I felt strong. I can do this. I ended my first leg mid-day Saturday and it was back to normal weekend life.
It was incredibly helpful to do this first leg a few weeks prior to my Portland, headed east, departure the first week in June. My trailer was fully loaded and my equipment and bike felt great (so did this 37, almost 38 year old body!)!