John Day to Dayville

Today's route was a joke, but a funny joke that you tell to your friends at parties because you can't really believe that it existed in reality. Bins out was not until 10:30. Many of us were awoken by habit much earlier and enjoyed breakfast at a local breakfast place in town before preparing for bins out. I even had time to organize my bin and clean my bike before leaving. Many folks were feeling quite sleepy from a late night of promming, so I quickly learned about the morning routines of each of the chore groups as I had been up for a while and had plenty of coffee. 

Around 11:30 we finally had route meeting and picked "random" groups from a hat to ride with. I was listed as both van and sweep (for the 5th time), so I convinced a 2-timer to pick up my sweep day and considered them my rando-ride group for the day. They didn't end up leaving host until 12:30. Crazy. 

At no point were all 32 riders riding as many stopped at mile 7 for a break (I'm tellin ya, prom really takes it out of you), while another group had made it the full 33 miles in an hour and a half, arriving at the same time as the van. 

I roamed around the tiny town of Dayville with the early arrivers, ate the best burger oft life, found milkshakes for sweep, and returned to the church in time to do some songwriting. 

After dinner, we finished our last Affordable Housing presentations. These had to be finished before we could look at the grant applications that we get to go through and choose which ones to fund with the money we had fundraised. It's really exciting to have reached this point, because it's what we've been riding for this whole time. Woot. I then played guitar on the front porch watching a lightning storm with many others until I fell asleep on accident. Woke in the middle of the night to go inside where it was burning hot. Apparently this church hosts cyclists all the time though, so it was really cool to hear all the stories about this very warm building.