We had met up with a group of cyclists, just before Leggett Hill (I prefer to call it Leggettt Hills since it is two hills.)  All of us gathered in Westport to eat, but no restaurant was open.  The owner of an art shop invited us to use her patio tables even though we weren't likely to buy anything from a gallery at that point. 

We took her up on the offer.  The group of cyclists left her a large tip for her trusting attitude.  Of course no one left a mess.
 
We kept seeing this delivery truck advertising a supreme quart of milk.
My 2003 West Coast
Bike Tour

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