R17 23 RideOut Day 3: The Beaver Pond and Talking it Out

Cherokee! 

The Best Western had disappointingly decided to revamp the decor of the hotel, so out with the wagon wheels and catuses and in with the boring carpet and the beige. Our room was nice, though, and there was room for bikes and gear and what-have-you. 

I decided to go and hop in the pool, bringing my beer with me. It was quiet and refreshing to be weightless and chilled. The deepest point was only five feet, so I bobbed around in peace. 

Then the Mayor came in, sent by Steven to make peace. He dangled his legs into the pool and explained where he was coming from with the hotel room in Sac City. I bobbed around and explained where I was coming from about the hotel room in Sac City. I am not sure that we saw eye-to-eye, but we at least understood each other. So that was good. 

Beaver pond. 

Then we shuffled through showers and headed out across the parking lot to the Mexican restaurant. The RM were there and they decided to join us. We got a big table and margaritas and ate a million chips and salsa. I had the fajitas. Delicious! 

I would have liked to hung out for a bit, drank another six margaritas, but the table soon started shuffling to leave so we paid up and headed back to the hotel, where we debated routes out of town in the morning--the old Cemetery Hill versus not Cemetery Hill debate, watched part of Le Tour and then drifted off to sleep. 

Day 3 was a doozey, but the ride out wasn't over yet.