Day from hell part 2: We returned to our now soaked bicycles and gear in order to don some ill fated gore-tex and soggy bike shoes. Now biking back over those three miles of hills we resumed our quest for astoria a warm shower and motel. Our miserable situation prompted us to unspokenly adopt an "every man for himself style of biking" and soon i, being the last to leave, wasfar behind. Slipping and sliding, water slinging in our faces, and bodily extremities numb we made it about five miles out of ilwaco. Now what could make this watery limbo even more pleasurable?... Yep, a flat 200 feet into a loooong flat straightway with no shoulder. Woe oh woe is me and nathan and nadav are loooong gone...(chapter three coming soon)Dont mind the random pic of a shipwreck at fort stevens
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