An old friend

Potlatch State Park to Twin Harbors. Pure riding, an uneventful 75 miles of constant riding. The book even said there were no points of interest. We got far, but boy were we bored.

Along the way we stopped at a grocery story in McCleary. A nice small town where an unfortunate crime had taken placed. A little girl had been abducted and the whole town had gotten together to help. I stopped and asked a lady what was going on and grabbed some flyers.

The ride, well there is nothing else to talk about, was frightening. This was where Highway 101 stopped having a shoulder so we were basically riding with the cars. Then we thought getting off the highway to get on Highway 12 would be better. It wasn't. It was even worse, and it stayed like that for 50 miles.

We had some riding experience on the highways in Canada. People there were very nice and would stop, without honking, to let us by if we were on the road. Many of them nodded or waved at us. Here in Washington people would yell out their windows as they sped by. They would honk and yell at us at stoplights, even when nothing was wrong. Of course that wasn't everyone. I actually had a nice conversation with someone when I was climbing a hill and he was waiting in traffic.

We had to pass the town of Aberneen, horrible place. Mean people, bad streets. And a great huge bridge that we walked over because we were too overwhelmed with the traffic. I never want to go there again. Then we got on Highway 105. Such a big difference. It was a nice ride into our campsite, after a detour to the small town of Westport. Oh and we met this strange man at a gas station that wanted to borrow a wine opener. We gave him one of our swiss army knives and he came back beaming. He told us that when he saw the three of us, he knew that something greater must be up there. And he said we had made his day. He walked off into the sunset and whooped so loud in joy that it made us smile.

We turned the corner to head into camp and that was where we saw our friend, Conner. The same guy that we met on our first day of real touring. We sat around the fire in our little hiker biker site and talked about many things into the night. We went to sleep with the lingering sounds of fireworks.