Today’s route was 76 miles and 4,900’ elevation and I decided to use my brains and take a different route

I did 54 miles and 3,000 feet instead. I also swapped what I knew would be a disheartening slog, crawling late into camp after walking most of the elevation. Instead, I stayed in the saddle and negotiated the often fast and noisy traffic on 101 and the 7 miles of stupid racetrack that's 20 from Newport to Toledo. And I got to camp by 4pm! This is why I'm chuffed. Brains over brawn every time!