Today I just went with the flow. I was not, and may never again be, in charge. I accepted an early morning ride from Chris to Graeagle to save my knee a steep climb. I took a few photos.
Then I tried to ride but couldn't. So I waited until Dave presented himself, just as the rain began. He took me to Truckee in his rainproof truck. I got wet when I got out in Truckee and ducked into the hostel behind the train station.
Like every hostel in the whole wide world, it is weird to say the least. I am in a bunk, becurtained from other bunksters, with a bathroom in the hallway and a bike rack in a locked toy hauler for the Dream Machine.
Every going-home option so far considered is Cal-Tech complicated. By tomorrow, it will either work itself out in my favor or I will be unmercifully pummeled by rogue waves of fate. I have no clue. Right now I am going to attempt to sleep.
Peace, Love, and Hostelry,
Jim
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