With my nylon rain jacket on I started down the road. I was no more than three or four miles away, crossing the bridge to Warrenton, when the sun popped out and I had to take my rain jacket off. It had been a drill, but now I knew that I was rain ready. The rest of the day was mostly cloudy with the fog sometimes becoming thick enough to feel like a mist, especially when the road rose a few hundred feet above sea level. As I rode along toward Seaside I was feeling very good and I had a thought that would help me along the way even if I did forget it from time to time.
Every day is different.
If you carry your expectations from yesterday into a new day you increase your odds for disappointment and you waste time and energy trying to overcome that disappointment. Everyday unto itself. Then I left pretentious little Seaside. They were having the Miss Oregon contest there that weekend and it made the place worse than usual. This is where all of the tourists were.