For every thirty mph downhill there’s a three mph uphill that lasts ten times as long.
Today sucked. Sixty one miles, nineish hours.
Washington is a place alternating between low and high.
Altitudes and moods.
We got lost, took a wrong turn somewhere, climbed forever to get back.
Eggs and I is a real road, and there are lots of hills. Look it up.
Made it to camp by sunset, though.
Yesterday WordPress ate my whole three hour long blog. Here’s a tired summary:
Vancouver was great.
Leaving Vancouver on day one was terrible.
Day two was really nice.