Cold morning and yesterday was a cold ride. I don't know about thiss coast action. Its all overcast and windy. If it rains I'll freeze. I've been riding hard from Port Angeles for the last three days. It took me that long to get here, Astoria Oregon. I had higher expectations of this town for some reason. Oh well.
Riding south on Hwy 101 in Washington was ugly. After the beauty of Olympia National Park it was all clear cuts and stunted growth of previously clear cut forests. The hills were brutal! Yesterday I rode through Willappa Hills and that just bit ass. I'm prayin' for flat land, and hows about some sun? Yesterday was alright because there was some intermitant ssunshine. But as I was rolling over the four mile bridge that spans the Columbia River and leads from the southern border of Washington on into Astoria, an ominous bank of darknesss rolled in from the west. Its been cold and dark ever since.
I'm gonna take a slow day and get to Cannon Beach today. I'm gonna check out the galleries there, apparently there's a show of some significance going down. I'm gonna call Liz and hope to god she offers to pick me up 'cause I'm pretty sick of riding my bicycle.
Two nights ago I camped on the waterfront park in Hoquiam, WA. There were blackberry bushess all over the place. I smooshed some blackberries into my morning oatmeal. It was the straight scrumdiddly.
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