A rest day doesn't exactly mean "do nothing" - it's a chance to wash clothes (in a real washing machine instead of the sink), clean bikes, rearrange suitcases, catch up with news and share pictures and stories. And this morning, it meant sitting at a real table and having someone bring me coffee in a real cup and a hot breakfast on a real plate. The meals our chef cooks are delicious but eating in the parking lot loses it's charm rather quickly.
Tomorrow we will be headed back toward the coast and hopefully some more riding along the ocean as we head north in North Carolina.
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