Day Zero

Our bodies' clocks say it's 2:30 a.m. (we're tired), but some delectable, donated seafood at Sam's Seaside Cafe provided the energy we need to give the run down for our pre-race travel day. Kelly, Alan, and Ben made it safely to Portland via sky, walked through a bucket-drum bombarded bazaar, saw a mild conflict at a Greyhound bus station, and met the mad hatter himself. A quick bus ride brought us to our coastal starting point, where we enjoyed a nice sunset on the Pacific, drank contintental coffee and tea, checked into our hotel, and proceeded to meet Sasha, our generous server at Sam's Seaside Cafe. Thanks to Sasha for the good food and interesting conversation. We highly anticipate this race's official day one.