Day Eight: Greasy Cave Men

We woke slowly at the Lagoon, super chilly as usual. We drank coffee, which everyone knows jump starts your camp-food-filled digestive system. Nothing like a Fiber One bar with some suicide sprints. Uncoincidentally Cesar, Milan, and David made it to the can all within five minutes of each other. As David recalls it: “I walked in, sat down next to a guy who was listening to Ed Sheeran slow jams while unloading. I was gonna roast him when I got back to camp and then I realized it was Cesar.” Cesar never heard the end of it for the rest of the day.

Luke and David drove to the first stop, which was Eureka, CA. They’d received specific battle orders at 0700 hours to charge multiple people’s devices in the meeting town. Luckily, they looked like completely civilized, and totally not homeless dudes. David wore a black bandana with his uncombed spaghetti hair popping out of the top, his single pair of dirty pants he’d taken along on the trip (why), ripped vans, and two big backpacks. Luke wore grey sweatpants, a matching grey sweatshirt, and a McDonalds coffee in his left hand. The two unshaven men would walk into a Starbucks while not saying a word to anyone, briskly shuffle around looking for outlets, and then leave if they found none. They did this three separate times with no shame before finding one that had a table next to available outlets.

They waited for the biker lads while charging every device possible, trying to blend in to the Eureka Starbucks crowd (not a difficult task). The biker lads eventually showed up a tad later than expected, after Gabe had gotten a flat tire which they repaired with super glue. We bought some hot coffee to warm up and show a little courtesy for commandeering the Starbucks sidewalk for our midmorning snack. After catching some weird remarks from a few Eurekans, we wrapped up and headed to the next stop 30 miles away. We mashed through the miles in 90 minutes, surprising everyone with the timing at lunch.

 Hyped for dinner!

Hyped for dinner!

A couple hours later, we had finished the 88-mile day by 2:30 PM. Upon arrival the team split, having Luke and David grab supplies for dinner at the grocery store. Cesar and Milan decided they hadn’t had enough biking so they went and explored the redwood forest. They ended up running into the 4th largest redwood tree in the world. At the store, Luke and David decided they were sick of hot dawgs and wanted something “not salty greasy cheesy meaty.” So they picked 28 frozen chicken legs, a half-gallon of Umpqua chocolate brownie thunder (“$%*!”) ice-cream. They brought the spoils back to grillmaster Milan who fired up the pit and threw those bad boys on (#getthesebirdssquawkin). In the meantime we experimented with different sauces in the “C4C Sauce Labs,” which really was a picnic table with three guys mixing different ratios of condiments together. We played the vanishing bridge card game again, ate chocolate ice cream for our appetizer, and feasted like the greasy, forest-living, bearded cave men we have become. As always, topping of our night with some Nesquick and milk.

We dirty boys are cold and tired, but we’ve still got more left in the tank. We’ve also raised $6,000 for the Kyle Charvat Foundation so far, which gives us the kick in the pants we need to get out of bed every cold morning. KEEP THE DONATIONS ROLLING. Shout out to Thomas Ombudstvedt for getting Theta Chi riled up (all the way from Norway, we should note) and starting a snowball $400 donation last night. We feel you down here brother.

 Almost there!!

Almost there!!

Frankly, it’s going to take a freak Bigfoot accident or us running out of gooch-cream to stop us from getting to San Fran.

 

Tally-ho!

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