Endless Amounts of Satisfaction

So, two days ago we rode 60 some miles from Ochoco lake county park to the summit of Mt Mckenzie, at 5,364 ft (or something). We camped at a primitive site and were nearly inhaled by droves of mosquitoes.
Yesterday morning was cold and as we started our day taking in the views at the summit, we saw the dense fog awaiting us for our descent. It was fuh-reezing-- the first downhill of the trip that I was praying to end. We paused in the middle of it to watch a pro bike race climb up what we just flew down; they were climbing about as fast as I descend...not really, but close. Probably like 15mph. Up a 22 mile climb gaining 5,000 ft of elevation. Champs.
We got to our campsite in Coburg after 83 miles of riding at a pretty late hour, due to our casual, take-our-time-and-stop-a lot fashion, but we still had sunlight and that's what matters. We ate a whole jar of queso in celebration of our first "finishing" high five, given by Aaron, an eastbounder we met a few miles from our campsite.
Today we rode 82 (86? 84?) miles to Grand Ronde and saw our first signs directing us to the Oregon Coast. WE ARE SO CLOSE TO THE PACIFIC AND BEING DONE. BitterSWEET.
Oregon has been awesome, especially the last three days: some of the best-houses and gardens of the trip, Virginia-like vegetation/scenery, good food, Thomas' acquisition of an awesome hat which cracks me up to no end as I ride behind him, me eating almost two full sleeves of Oreos and realizing that's like 4million calories and then realizing that I don't care, and so much more.
I love Oregon. Only two more real days of riding.............. Get stoked.