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Day 8- Rest Day in Mesa

 So nice to wake up at 6:15 AM and roll over! We had a great tailgate breakfast cooked by Tammi and her husband Willy. Made a target run on foot and by bike, then met David and Pamela Briand who treated me to lunch at Culinary Dropout. So nice to catch up with David and get to know Pamela better. They then toted me out to Best Buy so I could get a pair of bone conducting headphones at a soul crushing price. I had planned to go to dinner with the group but was still full and suddenly just felt the need to pull back and reset. Ann brought some dinner back and we are now settled in, hoping against hope for a second quiet Super8 night. We have a 4:45 AM wake up call so we can be on the road by 630. Let’s hope my new seat is more comfy than the old one

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  1. AnonymousOctober 4, 2022 at 6:00 PM

    Sounds like a nice day and a bonus that you were able to recharge your "battery"❣️

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  2. AnonymousOctober 5, 2022 at 4:52 AM

    Hooray for rest! You sure do deserve it! Debbie

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  3. AnonymousOctober 7, 2022 at 2:45 PM

    It was so wonderful to see you Lydia. Sending you lots of love and support for the rest of your ride! ❤️🙏🏻💪🏻

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