After a relaxing evening hanging out with Greg’s cousin’s generous family (and sleeping in The Hilton of Tents!) we were ready to go… but it still took us forever to get out of Chico. I got a mysterious flat tire later (the 3rd of the trip for our group), and then managed to crash for no good reason, so we didn’t really get going until about 5:30pm. We only rode about 35 miles that day. (Out of chronological order, sorry.)
