May 20 Potholes and a sore butt

Tough day. Legs really tired. Butt even worse; need to find some better butt butter. (There really is such a product, for those who don't know about the down side of too much cycling) Let's just say that I covered 56 miles, the last 2 being uphill into a headwind into Othello. Had to break out the parting gift from Dan Rowe: a tube of Hammer Gel, chocolate flavor, which has the consistency of butt butter, but has a better taste and different use (Hmm, hoping I never get the two mixed up...) The mocha in George was really needed, the birds around Potholes Reservoir were varied and numerous but all flew away when I started tooting lip slurs on the pocket trumpet, the ride thru Columbia NWR was spectacular with columnar-jointed columns of grey rock, undulating sagebrush terrain and nestled ponds full of waterfowl. The local Mexi-restaurant did serve up some great enchiladas, and as is becoming the pattern, I ate everything closeby.