"It's f*ING 6:45 in the morning and you're gabbing in front of my room!" This was our first interaction of the morning, while inflating tires at the hotel in Belfair. Belfair is in one of the Washington State counties that advertises their embracement of recreational marijuana, as noted by their roadside stands. We moved our bike tuning operations down to the cafe down the 3 while we waited for them to open at 7am. Once our bikes were set for the day, we sat down, greeted by the mother of the waitress we had for dinner the night prior. In the booth next to us, tow truck drivers were swapping gruesome stories, turned to us and said, "enjoy your breakfast!" And then the one guy in his florescent vest blushed a little when he apologized for swearing in front of me.
Our journey today at was long, 93 miles/150k for 8 hours actual moving time on the bikes. 11.6mph ave. But, compared to yesterday, the terrain was mild. We were suffering yesterday. No walking today. Walking the bike up the hill is much harder than actually riding. Most of this was due to missing a turn, so we continued on the highway 106 along the Hood Canal and then transitioned to the 101 to get to Elma.
We had an enjoyable stop at one of the many, many roadside espresso stands- a dirty Chai for me (but this had indoor seating!), a great sandwich for a late lunch, and wine, chips and guacamole for dinner. Constant snacking on high calorie foods have been the best way to fuel- we've found peanut m&ms and gas station pastries have been delicious.
Our motel has a full breakfast buffet for us to scour in the morning, and tomorrow... we still don't know where tomorrow's night will be, closer to lunch we'll view and assess the conditions.
By the numbers:
Fatalities: 0
Roadkill count: possum, cayote, lots of birds, flat snakes, squirrel, bunny, and several past unidentifiable
Roadside $: 0.12, including a 1892 Indian-head penny
Bottles of wine: 2
Christmas tree farms: lost count
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