One time running past John & Kathy Bratland’s house in Sakhalin, John said when he saw me he couldn’t tell if I was running, or riding a chicken. I thought he was just giving me the business because that’s the way tough guys show affection to one another. It turns out his was actually an astute observation. I do have skinny legs and two immediate consequences of that are I look pathetic in spandex bike shorts and I have to work REALLY hard pedalling uphill. Todays 37 miles of uphill (about 7,000 vertical feet gained going over two passes) nearly killed me. It would have been hard enough if I hadn’t run out of water and got dehydrated but then my skinny legs started cramping badly over the last 5 miles of climbing. Sheesh. At the top of the pass I met my first “trail angel”. A women refilled all my watsr bottles and gave me peanut butter pretzels, Payday candy bars and cold Pepsi’s to drink! She saved my life! And the ride down the east side of the past was a steep, 45 mph, 16 mile descent in a pouring rain. It was exhilarating! I ended up going amother 6 miles and am staying in a “bike barn” run by Jim Gregg. You ring a bell outside and his dog runs from the house to meet you. When you say “camping” he leads you to the barn! It is a very cool place and I will sleep well tonight after the tough 62 mile ride. Total mileage after day 3: 172.