French Camp is a rustic, multi building B&B run in support of a girl ‘s school by the same name.
I shared a house with two riders. I slept on a couch rather than use the hide-a-bed within. One of my roommates snored all night. This wouldn’t have been a problem if I could find my ear plugs. I found them this morning. Ugh.
Breakfast was provided by the B&B. It was delicious.
Each day a group of two or three riders is responsible for dinner, breakfast, and lunch. Today the crew was Denise, Dave, and I. Someone had to get to the night’s camp and go grocery shopping in the van. It didn’t sound like the other two could get there without deleting dinner so I decided to try to hammer out the day’s miles as fast as possible.
This went okay until Denise and her riding partner Josh passed me after 24 miles. This was a good thing because there was no way I could keep riding at 15 mph for another 69 miles.
I deliberately slowed down but my body wanted nothing to do with the next 25 miles and an emerging headwind.
My legs rebounded for the last 20 miles and I arrived in camp as Denise rode off to Walmart for supplies.
After setting up my tent and showering i joined Dave in getting things set up. Denise was the boss chef and she cooked three types of goulash. Greg was in charge of frying. I was the gofer, back and forth to the van, water pump, and dumpster.
Denise did a fantastic job. Everyone was well fed.
We cleaned up and went to bed exhausted. I didn’t sleep a wink all night again which is becoming a problem.
In the morning we set up breakfast, made coffee and cocoa, and set up a table for riders to make their lunches. After cleaning up we were released to saddle up and take on the day’s 54-mile ride, about which more on the next post (assuming I have a cell signal).
Miles today: 73. Tour miles: 278
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 
Oh yea, earplugs are ESSENTIAL when trying to get sleep!! Glad the grocery shopping and meal preps went well. 🙂 That’s one thing that doesn’t appeal to me in their trips.
Me neither.