Day Two Ride - Whining Alert

A certain truth is being forcefully brought home to me. Where there are no ups there are no downs. No hills to grind up, no hills to coast down. No break from pedaling. Yesterday's ride was just the training we need for the cross country trip. Featureless long straight roads, trash strewn, roadkill lined, both sides with fetid ditches. We rode to mile 20, turned around and rode home with an average of 12.2 miles per hour. I don't know why our average is so low because we whip along at 14 to 16 mph in general. I did see two beautiful, and alive, snowy egrets and there was another on our dock when we got home. And, on the plus side, we did figure out how to stay off Route 101 so we could ride on dull roads with less traffic instead of dull roads with heavy traffic. Each house around here has a well head in the front yard-- most are covered with tiny little buildings, but some have fake rocks and I am beginning to recognize the three different varieties of fake rocks available. Each house also has a dog or two, many fenced, others tied and a few free to rush out at us as we ride by. So far all bark and no bite.