Guess who got up first this morning??? hmmm…tricky question hey? …and the answer is, ding ding ding, Jared ( aka Mr. EB-early bird). Well, just like every other day, we ate porridge, yucky. I was especially hopeing to meet peppy this morning but he was too shy and did not show his lovely face and stinky bee-hind. OOOhh, we were super stoked for the day because we got to ride through a marine base with a beautiful, FLAT road all to ourselves. We rode fast, we rode strong, we rode like we would have had peppy released his stink behind us. Gorgeously stunning beaches flew past us all day long; literally, we flew past every single one. Sigh, we were on a mission and had no time to stop and enjoy the shark infested waters. We did stop for lunch break at a beach where there had recently been an unfortunate encounter between man and shark. Shark won.

Yahoo, we made it to San Diego by late afternoon and rode past the US Open. Unfortunately, we did not see Tiger but we did spot a Lion on the greens. eeeee we were sooo close to accomplishing our huge goal….little did we know what lay ahead. You see, San Diego is kinda tricky to bike through especially if you don’t have a sufficient map to say the least. Our pathetic map had barely enough roads to shake a stick at or fill a glass half full. Ahh, very confusing. Because there are not campsites in the big scity we reserved a Best Western at a discounted price for the sake of our charity. We mapped out our route and Jodie, the schedule nazi, even wrote out the directions by hand, but, alas, we got lost. We traveled down La Jolla, which Calen pronounced without the spanish sounds and reeled in many laughs from locals. Then we biked down many other streets that I can’t remember the names because they are ALL POINTLESS because they led to NOTHING. Our big boo-boo was when we turned onto Broadway at about 6:00pm, thinking it was the Broadway street that was on our directions. But noooooooo, there is more than one Broadway to look out for. Soooo, we ended up riding for three hours in not one, but many wrong directions. The time was 9:30. The place was a sketchy road called Harbour. The lighting was dark. The feeling was scary. The legs were oh so tired. The map was useless. The potentially useful people couldn’t speak English. The Calen was happy as a goose. The Jared was as content as an ostrich. The Jodie was stressed as a starling. The Kinshasa was as nervous as a canary. Just to reiterate, we were very lost. Hopelessly we biked like chickens with our heads chopped off as it got hopelessly darker. Phewfy, eventually we scrounged some directions in the right direction. Yeah, we zoomed down Main, which turned into National City bld, which turnied into Broadway, then passed trought he Mile of Cars, crossed over the number 5 and the 54, T-boned 8th street, and then, yipee, came across Lovely E street. Oh E street, how I love you. The unbelievable became believable as we spotted the Best Western. Hooray!!! What a day!! We entered our paradise at 10:00pm after being on the road for 13 hours. After filling our tummies with mashed potatoes and sausage, we crashed into our beds, real beds. e