Day 3

Oh hello damp everything.
Left camp around noon. We spent time drying off our wet tents and a man entered the bath house/gym and tried to guess my birthday....one of my favorite games! So we played and he showed me a book pertaining to the time I was born. Love it!

As we sailed away from harrison RV park, we stopped to get some apples, bananas, and carrots at the local grocer. Our bike journey was so magnificently gorgeous. With Mount St Helen by our side, we took smaller roads through rural Washington, passing alpacas, sheep, horses, and healthy bovine. Even got chased by dogs. Twice!!

And then...we meet the Lewis and Clark bridge. One of the most terrifying bridges I've ever climbed. Not only are we next to high speed motorists, but again, our "bike lane" is filled will massive chunks of tree. But we did it and now have mad street cred...

Just google imaged this...just wanted to demonstrate the lack of a shoulder on this bridge 

At about 60 miles, the sun had finally set. My body ached in places it never ached before. My neck was strained. My muscles were tired. My mind was tired. And we still had 17 miles to go. Crying on a bicycle is not so easy, with the deep breathing, and emotional exhales, it starts to feel like hyperventilating. Sarah was so far ahead of me, I couldn't stop. I had to muscle through. And finally we reach our destination.

77 miles. One rest stop for a gaterade chug. Straight 8 hours of cycling.

What we woke up to

Made a clothes line