We are trekking right along, Nicholas, myself, and Whistler too. Almost 400 miles and we will be ending our stay in Washington. We officially said goodbye to HWY 20 today as we made our new friend with HWY 395. We also will end our daily being passed by other cyclist we have met along the way. A while back we met a young high school graduate making his trip from Alaska down to Orlando to start his first year in college (studying film school), and we met a couple of men traveling alone along the Northern Tier cyclist route from Anacortes Washington to Bar Harbor, Maine. I'm sure we will come across other cyclists too, but today the road seemed to belong to us.
Quite the rainy and cold day, but that did not get us down.
We cycled almost 22 miles before whistler woke up. We took our lunch break and got back on the road. Head wind, rain, cold, and whistler now getting fussy. We had roughly 17 miles left to make it to our campsite.
Highlight of my day: picture a busy highway, with oversized semis, fast moving vehicles, and rain clouds overhead. Mile markers decreasing as we work towards mile marker 190. Some clear skies in the far of distance ahead, way ahead, and the two of us in our brightly yellowed colored jackets (may be dorky, but man water resistant and wind proof sure make nice).
With about five miles left to go wind is pretty much on our backside now, Nick in front taking the pull, this is the highlight, Nick sure surprised me With one last long slightly up hill stretch, he began to breakaway. I was loving it as I did the chase behind. This was one of those stretches that you think are over, but keep on going further longer further and longer. I was laughing from behind pretending I was in spin class pushing my students, but really was exited to see Nick working so hard. We must have looked crazy out there with loads we are carrying and pedaling as hard as we could. It really was so much fun and even more so, because Nick was actually going faster than I even knew he could go.
The race broke up the last couple of miles and soon we were biking in circles looking for the campsite that was not to be found. We ended up at the fire station asking for directions, which of course made a little someone super excited because he got to see the fire trucks. Good guys working, recommended a nice little motel down the road and that is where we are for the night. Comfy bed, warm heat, and hot showers.........
We cycled almost 22 miles before whistler woke up. We took our lunch break and got back on the road. Head wind, rain, cold, and whistler now getting fussy. We had roughly 17 miles left to make it to our campsite.
Highlight of my day: picture a busy highway, with oversized semis, fast moving vehicles, and rain clouds overhead. Mile markers decreasing as we work towards mile marker 190. Some clear skies in the far of distance ahead, way ahead, and the two of us in our brightly yellowed colored jackets (may be dorky, but man water resistant and wind proof sure make nice).
With about five miles left to go wind is pretty much on our backside now, Nick in front taking the pull, this is the highlight, Nick sure surprised me With one last long slightly up hill stretch, he began to breakaway. I was loving it as I did the chase behind. This was one of those stretches that you think are over, but keep on going further longer further and longer. I was laughing from behind pretending I was in spin class pushing my students, but really was exited to see Nick working so hard. We must have looked crazy out there with loads we are carrying and pedaling as hard as we could. It really was so much fun and even more so, because Nick was actually going faster than I even knew he could go.
The race broke up the last couple of miles and soon we were biking in circles looking for the campsite that was not to be found. We ended up at the fire station asking for directions, which of course made a little someone super excited because he got to see the fire trucks. Good guys working, recommended a nice little motel down the road and that is where we are for the night. Comfy bed, warm heat, and hot showers.........
Yeah comfy bed! Yeah warm!
ReplyDeleteWay to ride Brooke! It's so wonderful to hear your joy on this journey through your words! I wish I could meet you on the side of some road with tacos and fruit!!! God bless your trip sweet Brooke!
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you will take advantage once in a while in the comfort of a hotel, although under the blue skys is priceless. Thought I might see Nick with a glass of wine or cold brew! I can only imagine Whistler and the giant Fire Truck! Love you Poppy
ReplyDeleteI think you're both going to be pretty strong riders when you finish this trip! Are we having fun yet? B&C
ReplyDeleteLove the pictures! I see Pop's wrote to you, we sure miss the 3 of you! Enjoy your day and glad to see you relaxed and I see Whistler called Kainoa! Took another spin class- I pretended I was riding with you! Talk soon, Love Mom and Rodger
ReplyDeleteWe are following your progress and rather enjoying it. Worry about the latter part of journey in N. Colorado where nasty fires are still not controlled around Fort Collins...and extremely hot as well. Do you have a Weather Channel APP on your phones? Love you...take care, DAD PS: Lacey's shower was a really nice success.
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