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Day 11 – Fort Bragg to Santa Rosa, via Bodega Bay (214.0 Km)

It was so cold this morning! But that could only mean one thing, a lack of cloud cover and the potential for sun.

Pop tarts eaten, out I went. It was the first morning I have regretted my lack of kit, a long sleeve top would have been really useful! I trundled along at a pretty slow pace and after hitting a hill I’m sure wasn’t on the map (thanks Big G), I was greated by a café at the top.

Now I know what gravy is, I clearly ordered it! As the food arrived the sun came out, so I sat happily knowing I would have energy and heat as soon as I restarted. As I was drinking my third cup of coffee I noticed a group of three youngish cyclists whiz past. I quickly paid my cheque and set off trying to catch these tortoises fellow cyclists! Unfortunately, 10 minutes down the road was a town and they pulled in for a rest, darn it, no chat for me today!

The silence was more than made up with by the stunning scenery, which for once I could actually see.

It is so much easier cycling in the sun. Soon I was making good time and saying hello to various cyclists who had appeared with the weather. As I rounded yet another climbing corner I saw two cyclists taking a picture. Pulling up, we got talking, they had only been going an hour or so, but were planning lunch at Bodega Bay, my end point, so we decided to ride there together. A relaxed jaunt to Bodega Bay ensued, they were on separate adventures, but ending in Mexico and San Francisco.

Arriving at Bodega Bay in high spirits, we hit the only grocery store in town for lunch. As we were eating I set about looking for my accommodation for the night, the nearest place I could find was 30km+ away! I played around, certain that couldn’t be right, but unfortunately it was!

Sunday is my planned rest/short day, I’m dropping in on a great friend’s parents who live in Novato, they’re putting me up for the evening. Amazing. With Novato my goal for tomorrow I decided to ride part of tomorrow’s route and stay in Santa Rosa. More today meant less tomorrow.

Today ended up being a pretty long but really fun day. Only downside being I was so tired on arrival at the motel that I could only face a 20m walk to the nearest food station, Taco Bell. Tragic.

Bring on tomorrow and the prospect of doing washing, eating vegetables and generally relaxing!

Day 10 – Fortuna to Fort Bragg (190.1KM)

What a day!

Breakfast in the hotel before sunrise and out on the road feeling energised. I left Fortuna with high hopes.

After a bit of fun going down the wrong road and having to hop over a barbed wire fence to get back on track, I was soon as the entrance to what turned out to be the most incredible 40kms.

It’s really difficult to describe and my terrible photos can never do them justice, but the sheer height and volume of the redwoods in the Avenue of Giants is out of this world. Cycling through only minutes after the sun came up let me think I had the entire road to myself. I won’t gush too much, but I felt very privileged to be able to ride so much of the road with only the sounds of nature around me and the smooth ticking of my bike.

Unfortunately, I was all too soon brought back to reality and ejected back on to the faithful 101. Onwards and looking to finish early, I only had a few hours left in the saddle.

As I was preparing for my midmorning stop I spotted a fellow cyclist on the horizon. Food or contact? Contact it was and for once it was worth it. A chatty Aussie called Bart kept me company for the next half an hour until we stopped for a rest at a rather strange shop mid climb. Bart had started his day further on than me and was planning on ending at Fort Bragg, I was pursuaded to extend my day!

The extension of the day brought with it a relatively serious climb and a finish along rolling hills. I was feeling good after a relatively relaxing yesterday, so left Bart and pushed on agreeing we may meet for a beer later if we both made it.

I’m so glad I was pursuaded. The additional 65km or so was fantastic. A gruelling hill perhaps, but really enjoyable and it was followed by an incredibly rewarding, long and winding descent. Truly epic, a really great day in the saddle, one I wouldn’t trade for another.

Of course one thing I would change would be the weather, the fog is still following me everywhere I go. As I type, it’s thicker than ever!

Once again on the hunt for fruit or vegetables, today I was particularly unsuccessful. The store clerk in the only food shop I could find laughed at me when I asked about bananas. I’m having Pop Tarts for breakfast!

It’s 7:15pm and I’m all done for the day. No sign of Bart!

Day 9 – Klamath to Fortuna (137.6 Km)

Not much to report today I’m afraid.

The day started with the fog that has been and continues to follow me South. The kind manager of the motel got up early to release my bike from its temporary washroom prison. HE then presented me with two hard boiled eggs and a banana (result) to help me on my way. Hero.

It was windy and wet when I started, so on went my shell jacket and off in to the fog I battled. Only 40km to my intended breakfast stop, so no stress, or so I thought. This first 40km gave me my lowest average speed of the trip so far. A slow and seemingly unending incline for 30km or so, was not what my legs needed.

Finally arriving for breakfast, it was well worth the battle. As always, I took the recommendation from the waiter and got myself introduced to ‘gravy’, which as far as I can tell was bechamel sauce. For breakfast!

My aim initially was to get to Miranda today, but the waiter had better ideas. Giving me two useful maps, he recommended cutting my day back to Fortuna so that I could enjoy the Avenue of the Giants tomorrow. Even with the energy from breakfast I was easily pursuaded. I’ve got some distance in the bank from the last several days and it’s not a race (as long as I don’t get tortoised) anyway.

Heading off with a relatively short distance to travel, the weather improved, so off came the shell and on came the shades. First time in 5 days! They were off again 5 minutes later!

Another motel and another brewery next door! Still no veg, but the motel has apples on reception, so I’ve got dessert sorted. They’ve also promised me bananas for breakfast!

All in all today perhaps wasn’t the most exciting, but it has hopefully put me in a good state for tomorrow and one of the scenic highlights of the trip.

Game on.

Day 8 – Bandon to Klamath (210.5Km)

It had to come.

Today was hard. Tired legs, never ending fog, hills, a long way to go, head winds and still no lights (I’m working on that).

Out for sunrise and on the road, the first 10km took forever. I was faced almost immediately with small hills, which didn’t let up all day, a fog that refused to lift and an annoying drizzle that kept me cold and wet.

Almost the first sign I noticed this morning was for Trees of Mystery. Not particularly interesting to me, but the ‘miles to’ was devastating. The first one read 125 miles and I knew the mystery was before my intended day finish!

I guess it’s my personality, but I find something quite psychologically difficult about distance markers. I try to go as long as possible without looking at my GPS when I ride and I actively look away from markers when I’m running. I really don’t know why. I know how far I have to go, I just don’t want to be reminded.

Anyway, today I had no choice, 20ft advertising placards every 20 miles or so are hard to miss!

Fog, it basically followed me throughout the whole of Oregon. It got better and much worse in parts, depending where I was, but it was always there. It really felt a shame, the coastline and colours of the flora really are stunning. I’ll be coming back at some point to see it at its best for sure.

As I crossed the border in to California the weather didn’t change, the roads did though! It may have the same name, but 101 certainly feels a lot tighter and busier in CA. Still a pleasure to ride on, so no complaints here.

Powering through, eventually I met my first and only cyclist of the day. Due to the weather he had got a bus down 101 in the morning and was planning on doing a leisurely 40 miles for the rest of the day. I explained to him that he was only cheating himself and that I was deeply disappointed, buses are for going backwards in, not forwards! – Joke! I wished him well and kicked on, conscious of my new phycosis #FOTO.

Before the day began I debated stopping at Crescent City (circa 160km) or going to Klamath. I was feeling OK as I entered Crescent City, so went for it. As soon as I left the City a monster (in my eyes) hill appeared. Served me right. I battled on, feet cramping, back aching, mouth spitting special words, and eventually made it to the top.

After a few false peaks and some small descents I was stopped along with the cars by road works. Then things got interesting. The workman in charge of the lights beckoned me to the front of the queue. ”First or last?” he said. First. And with that he let me go. 3.5 miles of new road with cars chasing behind. What an end to the day…

It did cross my mind, but I decided not to stop at Trees of Mystery, their secrets will remain safe, for now!

In to the motel and over to the casino across the road for dinner and WiFi. The day may have started and continued to be pretty hard work, but it ended on a high and I’m ready for tomorrow.

Ps. Still no access to vegetables. That is my number one priority tomorrow.

Day 7 – Newport to Bandon (193.4 Km)

OK, I was a bit keen this morning. Got up, packed, placed my keys on the bed, left my room and headed outside to start the day. It was still dark. With no way back in to the motel, I was left with two options, stand in the cold, or attempt the danger cycle 2km down the road to the convenience store that I was told yesterday did breakfast. I chose the latter.

The result of taking my life in to my own hands? The taste sensation above! Strange deep fried barritos, a cookie, but an all important banana! I really didn’t know how much I liked bananas.

Up and out as the sun came up, I was soon getting the necessary distance in. Unfortunately, once again, the weather wasn’t great. Fog all day, further increasing my misty and grey photo collection!

It really is a shame, because the Oregon coast is beautiful.

My early morning breakfast adventure, coupled with the never dispersing fog, got me thinking how short sighted my choice of clothing and general set up is. From my helmet to my socks I am clad completely in black. Why? Because black is cool! Ha, just typing that makes me feel ridiculous. Lights? No. Why? Because lights have unnecessary weight. Idiot. Moving on.

It’s diffuclt to describe the fear of descending down a fairly main road at over 60 KMPH, with no hard shoulder, no lights, all in black, whilst hearing the roaring thunder of a logging truck coming from behind. I felt that fear several times this morning. The saving grace though, was that every time the thunder past by, I was greeted with the intoxicating smell of freshly felled trees. Every cloud!

With no need or want to prolong the day I kept my head down, stopped once for a second breakfast and then grinded out the remaining KMs to Bandon. On route I passed a tandom (failed photo), a broken down cyclist (who I stopped for, but couldn’t help as he needed a new gear cable) and two charity riders (who were very inspirational and made me feel particularly shallow for doing this whole thing for no other reason than just fancying it). Upon arrival in Bandon I passed another brewery/bar and spotted two touring bikes outside. It would have been rude not to pop in and say hi (to the taps) and I met a lovely cycling couple (no photo, I have a thing about ‘holiday friends’) and had a great two beer chat about their journey.

Feeling positive, I booked the Sunset Motel thinking I may get to see one, but of course, the fog hadn’t moved anywhere!

On to tomorrow and hopefully some sun.

Day 6 – Seaside to Newport (198.2km)

Cyclists! Actual other cyclists! 100km in to my 6th day and I found another cyclist. More on that later.

Have you ever dreamt of broccoli? Well I did last night, I can’t believe it, but I am seriously craving fresh produce, any fruit and veg will do. Up and on the road early once again, no breakfast, but I did manage to obtain an apple and banana from the motel yesterday evening, so I had the apple with a coffee before I left and started the targeted 80KM towards my first rest stop.

I’m not sure whether it really was, but the morning felt very hilly. No real nutrition after back to back days in the saddle meant I was feeling very weak. I cycled on and soon managed to make it to Tillamook in good time. Eyes peeled for a green grocer, I suddenly found myself through and out the other side of the town! Darn it, I can’t even try to be healthy, Golden Arches it is. I turned around and cycled almost a kilometer back to another ‘health sensation’. To be fair, fatty, greasy, high calorie food is what I need, so it did the trick. In fact I ate so much, I almost went in to a food coma. Setting off was tough, for the next half an hour I was in a bad place.

As I bumbled along and the food processed I was greated by some spectacular views.

Unfortunately the sun couldn’t break through the clouds, but the coast really is something.

The vistas, coupled with a fantasticly smooth and wide hard shoulder, soon got my speed back up and my spirits heightened. Then it happened.

After riding for 5.5 days, I looked up, and there he was. A cyclist! As I closed in on the unsuspecting two wheeled wonder, my eyes were wide with anticipation, my brain whirling with questions. Where had he come from? Where was he going? Shall we have a coffee? Talk to me!

And then he was there, I sidled up next to him and chirpily wished him good morning. A stilted response set up the next 20 seconds of conversation, this man was in no mood to talk. The front and back, double panniers, handlebar bag and giant paper map on top (yes, a paper map), were clearly making this chaps day less fun than mine. And that was it. 5.5 days, huge anticipation and massive deflation, I wished him well and pushed on.

Thirty minutes or so later and a replica couple of cyclists appeared on the horizon, but this time with the addition of matching his and hers luminous jackets. It wasn’t windy or raining. I tried again, and even less came back. Off I went.

As I cruised along, I was suddenly struck by the story of the tortoise and the hare. A temporary paranoid set in, so for the next two hours, even though I was feeling increasingly fatigued, I couldn’t stop. How would I be able to enjoy a coffee and a cookie under a tree if the tortoises cycled past me?

Break over, there was only one hill and 40KM to go until the end of the day, as I hit the crest 4 more cyclists appeared, one taking a picture, a decidedly friendly and interesting French man, who had come from Alaska and had been on the road for 78 days. The other three were Oregon teenagers on their first trip, they were coming to terms with the realisation that perhaps they didn’t need to bring quite as much with them as they had. To be honest, somewhere between what they had and what I have, would be the optimum. Another set of clothes may have been beneficial to everyone I sit next to when I’m off the bike eating dinner. All 4 of them restored my faith on other cyclists and what we’re all doing, they were having fun.

Downhill safely in to Newport and checked in to my Motel, there was only one choice for dinner and not because I really needed it! The only eatery within 2 miles was the restaurant in the brewery next door. What a slice of luck!

Unfortunately, yet again, the only nutritional options involved frying and or grilling meat and putting it between to pieces of bread. I upgraded my chips to sweet potato, that almost counts doesn’t it?

Day 6 in the books, hopefully an early night and another longish day tomorrow.

Day 5 – Aberdeen to Seaside (146.8km)

Another early start, but with a resolve to take it easy today. Rain was at 20%, so I was ready. Phone managed to charge last night and it is well and truly bagged up! Headphones are still not happy.

Denny’s for breakfast, add it to the list of healthy restaurants!

On the bike and almost immediately in to hills, no worries, I had already checked the topography with the ever ‘trustworthy’ Big G and today was to be front heavy with hills, but a flat last 40km or so.

First stop Raymond just after 40km split the day up nicely. At the stop I thought I had better check my directions as I was coming off my trusty Route 101 in parts, I noticed this:

Above is the Big G car and bike route, if you look carefully there is a subtle difference. If you can’t see it, the section in question is below:

On the bike route Big G recommends taking a left off 101, into a natural area preserve, which doesn’t appear to have any proper roads….. Not this time my friends, not this time. I’m on to you Big G, I thought we were friends, but it seems extra miles and 101 are my only trusted companions.

On I went, happy in the knowledge that it would soon get flatter and I was safely remaining on smooth(ish) asphalt.

Second stop of the day was a service station in Naselle, a town that contains only a service station, which was shut! After a couple of muttered expletives I noticed a tiny espresso booth was actually open on the side. Over I went for a coffee and some snacks, whilst talking, the kind attendant explained that the store was closed because it was 9:50 on Sunday morning and this wasn’t ‘the big city’, pretty fair point really.

The big store may have been shut, but this little kiosk did have the best surprise ever.

Fruit, actual fruit. I can’t tell you how happy it made me.

On I went, focusing on finishing by midday, too soon really, I should have ridden further, but for once I had already booked the hotel, so no changing that.

The only event from Naselle to Seaside was the Megler-Astoria bridge, long and straight, with no real hard shoulder and an evil hill right at the end. I would have taken a picture my self, but the fear I had coming off the bridge and the speed of the cars whizzing past, means you’ll have to cope with this Pro shot

From the bridge it was flat and fast all the way to Seaside. I was so early my room wasn’t ready! The ever friendly motel staff let me leave my bike and bags in reception so I could run off in my lycra to find food, quickly.

Pizza and a beer were the order of the day, typically finishing both too quickly, I headed back to check in and for a much needed shower, whilst feeling decidedly sick. Due to the relentless rain of yesterday and the wet roads today my bike was yet again in bad shape. Reception directed me to the local bike shop and they gave it a quick clean and oil. Result.

All done and it was only 4:30, which gave me plenty of time to watch the massive volleyball tournament finishing on the beach and a cheeky bit of reading as the sun came down.

Big plans for tomorrow, but no accommodation booked, so fluid on where I end up.

Day 4 – Fawks to Aberdeen (172.7km)

Last night I went to sleep having subjected myself to American news. Interesting. It seems I flew in to Seattle and headed out just in time. Wild fires and a plane being stolen from the airport, blimey.

The end of the news report suggested rain today with the possibility of thunder, so I resolved to start early and try to stay ahead of it. Up and out by 6am, the sky was grey, but it was dry. Off I went.

It was dry for about 2km, then the sky opened up and let me have it. Rain isn’t really an issue, once you’re wet, you’re wet, but the wind wasn’t ideal. Still I pressed on, I needed to get to breakfast and that was 2 hours away!

Safely racked up, I headed in for breakfast. Having had only fried or grilled food for the last three days I asked if they had porridge and fresh fruit. The waiter looked at me as if I was an alien speaking Klingon! Guess I’ll have bacon, hash browns, muffins and the ubiquitous free fill coffee then!

Maybe not healthy, but it did the job. Recharged, I took in the spectacular or what should have been spectacular, view.

You can’t really tell, but in the distance is the sea!

Breakfast finished and no sign of the rain easing, I got back on the bike and ploughed on. Hopefully this isn’t too disappointing, but the rest of today went off without much issue. It didn’t stop raining, so I was motivated to keep a decent turn of pace (well for me), finally arriving in Aberdeen just before 2pm.

Day 4 in the book, but some interesting casualties. My headphones no longer work and currently my phone is telling me it can’t charge due to water being detected. I didn’t even know it could tell me that! Hopefully the miracle of time will fix both before I got to sleep, otherwise tomorrow will be a quiet day, with no blog 😉 !

Day 3 – back to Port Angeles then on to Fawks (91.7km)

I’m not sure I’ll ever complain about transport in London again.

Up and out of the hotel by 7am, I picked up the bus schedule to find the bus comes once an hour from 9:15! Still, no rush, the plan wasn’t to ride today, just to fix my bike. I’ve got all day to get to PA.

Waiting by the side of the road my latest hero pulled over, Don Fishel. Don took me to the next bus stop, where there was a diner, result. Having drunk as much freefill coffee as I could and downloading an inspirational film from NetFlix, Don refused to let me pay, we said our goodbyes and I successfully jumped on my first bus.

In a stroke of luck, or perhaps proper public transport schedule planning, I only had to wait 10 minutes for my next bus! A good job really, as yet again I was stuck in the middle of nowhere.

Once on the bus, my day went from strength to strength. The journey was scheduled for 60 minutes and the film was 55 (Finding Traction – Its about breaking an Utra marathon distance record in the US), on my headphones went and 55 minutes of inspiration followed.

As the film finished the bus pulled up at the final stop, PA Central. I got off the bus, turned around and saw what turned out to be PA’s largest bike shop. Get in. Which clearly I did! The shop only had two sets of road bike tyres, after a worried moment, it turned out they were Armadillos, for the uninitiated, these are basically the perfect tyres for my trip. Ultra durable and puncutre proof, coated in Kevlar no less. Two new long stem tubes and an offer to fit them then and there, after being in PA for 30 minutes my bike was back in fighting shape

It had only just turned 12. Having previously declared today a rest day, I was faced with either getting on a bus to Fawks or stepping up and remembering this is an adventure. Adventure won through and before I knew it I was back on the bike and on route to Fawks.

The route was perfect, get on the 101 and stay on it until you get there. No need for any ‘help’ from big G today!

I’m happy to report the ride was without event. Fantastic scenery, smooth roads made from asphalt and rolling up and downs. Today wasn’t about time, it was just getting back on the saddle and ending Day 3 where I had originally planned. No day in hand, but I’m here and in good spirits.

Oh, more fast food of course 😉

Day 2 – Port Angeles, Neah Bay, disaster (144.6km)

OK, I’ve not had a great day! All is fine in the world, but it got a little too adventurous for me. I’m going to attempt to explain, but I’m not exactly Hitchens!

After a night of fear, worrying about being an accidental extra in a US local news crime report, as well as worrying about my door being kicked in and being relieved of my bike, I unsurprisingly woke up at 5am and decided to start my day. And how better to start it than with my first Golden Arches….

Epic.

After the disappointingly short day of yesterday and the fact I started at 6am this morning, I thought I’d see how I felt and potentially ride long.

The morning couldn’t have been better, I was out of Port Angeles and on the open road as the sun came up, it was going to be a good day. The first section of the day, was simply staying on the same road, after 2 and a half hours I hit the 112 T junction, left for Fawkes, 25 miles and my day was done, or right to Neah Bay and hitting the most North Western Point of the US, it was a sign and I grabbed at it. I felt it would be a regret to have missed going to the edge, I’m trying to be on an adventure after all.

I kept on the 112 all the way to Neah Bay. Keeping a decent lick (29km+), I found myself feeling slightly hungry at around 84KM, then out of nowhere an Espresso stop appeared, it really was a good day!

A caramel latte, flap jack, cookie and water top up and I was back on my way. In not time at all, well 4 hours, I hit the entrance to Neah Bay.

I meandoured through Neah Bay looking for a photo opportunity, but soon found myself out the other side and leaving! I was supposed to stop in Neah Bay for a rest and refuel, but since I was feeling good I pulled over and typed the directions to Fawkes. 40 miles or a quicker route of 30 miles through an Indian reservation.

I’m here to see things I thought, so the reservation was chosen. I’ll be checked in to the hotel by 12, what a day! What a day it turned out to be indeed!

About 10 minutes in I thought I should call Babs, two attempted calls later and I realised I had no reception, never ideal. As I continued to meandour along the route, the road took a turn for the worse. Gravel doesn’t quite describe it, but hey according top big G I only had 5 miles of it, so what the heck!

You may notice that my distance remaining has jumped up in the shot above! Well it soon became clear that my GPS had started playing up. No worries I thought, just stay on the blue line of destiny. Its my own fault anyway, I shouldn’t have tried to cheat the miles.

About 20 minutes later and 3 miles in, with my bike being shaken to bits, I hit a gate, slowing to work out the best way through, I heard shouting from a truck behind. Enter the Angel TJ. TJ was the manager of the logging operation for the local tribe and he had noticed me, yet another idiot cyclist, being directed down this route of insanity by big G. He had also found my day book and letters from Babs, which had fallen out with all the bumps. Gratefully receiving my package back, TJ went on to explain this road remained like this all the way to Fawkes, 35 miles on, and that he would happily put my bike in the back of his truck and take me 10 miles to the next main road, where I could re start my journey.

Thank you TJ I said, but this is an adventure and I need to press on. How bad can it be? It’s only 2 hours of riding.

How bad can it be? Well…. My first puncture came after 3 more miles, the second was a mile later. The second was not fixable, a clear 2 cm gash in the side wall, darn it! Adversity is set to try us and I’m not one for giving up, especially as I felt I was in a personal battle with fate, and it seems, big G! Shoes switched, trainers on. I’ll show you big G, I’ll run the 6 miles.

So, off I went. The midday sun beating down and 0.5 litres of water left on my bike. 2, maybe three miles go by, and I’m majority walking. It turns out my lightweight trainers don’t quite have the sole for this sort of terrain and my feet are really feeling it. Then this happens:

Yes, that’s right, no more road. Big G is directing me through the forest. Sun glasses off, I entered to see if I could see a road the other side, after 20 metres it was clear, there was no path. Great.

With no other options and being critically low on water I decided the only safe thing to do was to turn around and walk the long way back to Neah Bay (20 miles) and hope to bump in to another Angel on route who may be able to take me to civilisation.

After what felt like a lifetime of walking and having long finished my water, a sign of civilisation appeared, it was a massive logging truck. As the truck hurteled towards me I stepped out, foolishly thinking he would just stop, he didn’t! No sooner had my hopes been raised, they were dashed. But then, out of nowhere, another truck appeared. With renewed resolve I stepped out and waved like a maniac, he stopped!

Long story short, he was able to radio the previous truck to turn around and pick me up. What a hero. The first trucker swept me up, bike in the back and drove me to the edge of the reserve and back on to the glorious 112. It was so far in his truck, I can’t tell you, in the 30+ degree heat, I’m really not sure what I would have done without him. Slept in the woods? According to the trucker, not a great idea, unless being bear food was part of the adventure…. He carries a gun at all times as ”they’re everywhere at this time of year!”

Note to self, stay on paved roads from now on!

Off the truck and on foot, 6 miles to the nearest town. No worries, 2 hours and I’ll find a room and eat the local diner out of food, but then…A red Ford F150 pulls up on the other side of the road, weirdly it looks familiar, but how? Its only the Arc Angel TJ! What are the chances? The hero I turned down all those hours earlier had appeared again, like a vision from the sky! ”Need a lift?” Yes, yes, yes.

In I hop and off we go. TJ you are my hero. In to the lovely little fishing village of Sekiu.

One room left at the last motel in town. No sheets, no towels, no bedding, no shower gel. I almost bit the guys hand off. Checked in and agreed to meet TJ at the diner to get him a thank you milk shake (best around), as I jog up my humble hero is leaving, he had his real life to get back to. We shake hands and I give him my blog details. I can only hope he reads this, so he can understand how grateful I am.

In to the diner, sweaty, stinky and hungry… Game on

What a feed. Left with a pizza in tow too, figuring I’d eat it for dinner and have it for breakfast.

After a quick shower and change I turned to my bike to see whether it could be fixed. Short answer and a few hours later, after using the motel air compressor and help from various other good sammaritans, is no! My only option it to head back to Port Angeles (50 miles or so) and the nearest bike shop and start spending.

So, day 3…. Not a lot of exercise ahead and hopefully I won’t have to stay at the same crack den as two days ago.

Sorry, bit of a long one. Chin up, look forward, remember your mistakes and keep going. Oh and ignore big G, no wonder they dropped the ‘don’t be evil’ monika!