Some of the oddity of the road

Using the bathroom at 6 a.m. with a small visitor to keep me company. A tree frog found some comfort in the humid area of the sink. I did let out a small shriek at the sight of this amphibian so early in the morning. (I am not in the habit of taking my camera to the toilet, I made a return trip to catch this photo.)

Someone with a good sense of humor named this road on our bike route. It was appropriately named, because there were seven hills from hell that we had to climb, and I thought about selling my soul to the devil for them to end.

In Oregon, you can cut your own Christmas tree or cut a deal with a bare chested mermaid, both at the same location.

A sign that bikers love. Two miles of steep hills where there is always a chance you will pass trucks who are restricted to 30 mph's but cyclists can go as fast as they dare. Let it be known that I reached speeds of 38 mph's on this descent.

I continue to have a fantastic time riding through the countryside with wonderful friends. I have become so used to waking with the thought of mounting a bicycle, that anything beyond this simple task feels like work.