Nothing Happens

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Up until today, we had way too much to write about:  narrowly avoided failure, bad weather, more failure, more bad weather, and flailing.

Yesterday, nothing happened.

So, on with the usual assaults on the photographic and video arts.

Mesmerizing waves in the Palouse.  Thankfully, the wind was behind us.

Could be worse

Ludicrous Speed (aka, special effects)

Descending into Livingstone.  Hit 46.4 mph.  Could well be the record for The Final Hurrah.

Sixty-nine blissful miles.  2971 remaining, not necessarily blissful.

Comments

  1. AnonymousMay 26, 2024 at 12:11 PM

    The Palouse is beautiful!

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  2. AnonymousMay 26, 2024 at 12:22 PM

    Looks nice.
    Mike F

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  3. AnonymousMay 26, 2024 at 1:03 PM

    Marie. I am totally amazed each time I read a post. I pray that this is going to progress without any more bad weather and this is the last crazy
    adventure . Bless your legs and "sit upons"

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    1. AnonymousMay 27, 2024 at 7:21 AM

      The Tender Bits haven't been as much a problem as they might have been, thanks to the indoor trainer. But there is still some discomfort. As the ride progresses, my legs are getting stronger from standing to avoid the discomfort. The stronger I get, the more I stand. Equilibrium is near.

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  4. AnonymousMay 26, 2024 at 1:12 PM

    Yippee
    From Wendy

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  5. Living VicariouslyMay 28, 2024 at 10:00 PM

    46.4? 46.4? I watched that video... I would have been panic stricken

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