58KM // 3h00m // 19KM/HR
Sunday August 11th
We woke to the pitter patter of rain on the tent, and thought it might be a day of reading and listening to the radio. But, around 11AM the rain stopped and everything started to dry out. We pondered staying put, but then though.. why not roll down the road a bit and see where it takes us. As it happens, the road took us up and down, up and down, upppppppppp and down. From behind me I hear a whimpering voice "
Why does it have to go up and down..." Good question. For the record: Whidbey Island = Rolling Hills. At the southern tip of the island we jumped on a short ferry to Port Townsend. Aboard we met three super friendly Washington folks (actually, everyone in WA has been
very friendly) who suggested different camping sites between P.T. and Seattle. On the other side, by the time we'd picked up groceries from Safeway, had a look for wifi, and talked to the local bike shop owner, it was getting late into the day. We took the first campsite outside of P.T. Here we met and chatted with Roxanne, another cycle tourist from Victoria, BC, planning on making cycle touring a lifestyle. Go for it! But maybe winter in Spain, or Greece, or Turkey? We called it an early night, with plans to get an early start.
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| The glamourous life of a cycle tourist. Waiting out the rain in the tent, everything crammed in vestibules. |
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| Jenn stretching, as instructed by Kath |
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| Downtown Fort Townsend. |
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| If cycle touring gets old, there's always sailing around the world in a catamaran. Not too shabby, but perhaps more $$$. |
