Cheese Factory and one late night

Departed the farm after some breakfast and farewells. Was a sunny and warm morning where we rode through pastures filled with cows munching on golden green grass. I mooed at some and most ignored but occasionally one would look up and we'd both nod our heads in acknowledgement of existence. 

The road split and one could go either way to get back on highway 101. Evan and I went left and Blake was a little behind us and he went right. After a few miles of not seeing Blake we stopped wondering if he was just slow today after biking 80 miles from Portland the day before or if he was having bikes issues; the thought never came to mind that he went the other way. 

We waited 15 min, called and texted him but decided to go to the 101 junction and wait. So we waited there for 20 minutes and no Blake and we called and texted again but figured he would be fine and to keep going since it was going to be a short ride to Tillamook.

We rode along the coast and watched the multitudes of boaters coming and going from the river to the ocean and vice versa. Came along a small town on the ocean and decided to check it out so we rode up to the beach and there was an event going on; a fundraiser for the special Olympics. We watched the ocean waves building and whitening then curling and smoothening out when a group of people started inquiring about our tuxedo jerseys and loaded bikes. They loved what we are doing and encouraged their children to take note. 

We kept riding since we got a call from Blake saying he was down the road 5 miles. We caught up with him and enjoyed some rocky islands out in the water and a classic train rode by filled with children and the elderly. 

Ride into Tillamook where we immediately turned into the Tillamook Cheese Factory which was beyond full; your buses, campers, vans, and endless cars were parked looking to sample some tasty cheeses and ice cream. Our goal was to eat till we threw up but I will come off and tell you we failed. We did indeed go through the cheese line 3 times and got some ice cream but there was just too many people there. 

Headed to our friend, Bree's, house where we were going to stay. We did buy a quart of ice cream to share at the house. Spent most of the day catching up since we hasn't seen Bree since college. We decided to get dinner at a nice Mexican restaurant where the portions were massive! 

Later that evening Jared, Bree's boyfriend, was dj-ing out at Netart and we all went out for it. So it was at this nice restaurant and bar; we got there at 7ish and some college football game was on so we watched it and then proceeded to watch the SAME football highlights probably 15 times and we didn't get home till 3am! It was really rough. We were zombies from riding and being brained washed by highlights and we ha no way to get back to the house until closing. I remember laying down in bed and saying to myself 'always ask how long something is' and 'try and always have transportation if you get bored'.