Dayville is a tiny town that has made itself known in the touring community by offering a quaint atmosphere, hot shower, cool place to rest, and food. Enjoying the shade and rest my tired muscles (muscles that never before existed in my runner's legs). It is much more difficult that I thought it would be to take a day off. Anna and John, the couple we met at Ochoco State Park, have joined us at the church. Originally from Canada, they've been living (and touring all around) Santa Barbara for 30 years. This is their 19th summer of touring. They dedicate 3-6 weeks of the summer to a ride (John is a teacher). The couple who own the general store have quite a story. She is from San Jose and went to UC Berkeley. He is a crazy cyclist who rode through Dayville on a cross-country ride. After Seattle became too much for them, they headed Southeast to Day, bought the store, and run a B&B in Baker City (along the TransAm route).

Eddie is asleep under the tree, lost to the world, and unable to fill out his postcards.

Meg and I shared another social evening with John and Anna, fellow bike tourists. They always orgainze their trips from train routes accessible from Santa Barbara, CA, their home town. It seems like a nice way to plan trips. They carry a cooler of certain "refrigerated" items. Some people choose that they need to have certain things while traveling. Like Devon and his banjo.