Our warm showers host told us about "the hill" a 1 mile straight uphill. We were on the shoulder of a small but busy highway. What's unfortunate about this, as obstacles such as rocks, tree branches, and other earthly debris sprinkle our "bike path", cyclists have little to no opportunity to veer. Not to mention thw trucks that carry horses and their excrements. I think i can understand a new meaning to "eating s***". As David Byrne once said "there's nothing romantic about cycling on a highway." I concur, David. I concur. I think we pushed out around 50...maybe 55 and still made it to camp with the sun in sky. Ample time to pitch our tents for an early snooze.
Also...there are annual rides from Seattle to Portland every year. It's known as STP and there are sprayed painted signs in the road that tell you which direction to turn and to let you know that you are on the right path.
Also...there are annual rides from Seattle to Portland every year. It's known as STP and there are sprayed painted signs in the road that tell you which direction to turn and to let you know that you are on the right path.
