Biking from Smith Rock toward John Day, Oregon
I am writing this blog while sitting on a bench in front of a tiny little mercantile in the old mining town of Mitchell, Oregon. It is dark out but the tempertaure is perfect, there are locals chatting on the street corner, and the crickets are chirping away. I am enjoying a deep sense of contentment. Even my belly is happy after chowing down on a huge dinner of macaroni, velveeta cheese, and chicken apple sausage.