I finally escaped Ft. Stevens today. Woke up at 6:15 and hit the road with Josh. We got a $4 pancake breakfast at the KOA across from the park and then made our way north across the daunting 4 and-a-half mile long Astoria bridge that crosses the Columbia River into Washington. The bridge had only a foot-wide shoulder--this factor combined with the semi's and SUV's racing by at 50 mph made the bridge horrifying.
We rode 64 miles today, and are now 50 miles deep into the beautiful state of Washington. The evergreen trees are incredible. Josh and I just set up camp on a service road right off of highway 101, beneath some powerlines and behind some trees. We're just north of Raymond and plan on passing through Sheldon tomorrow night.
The worst part about cycling in Washington are the logging trucks that pass by every five minutes. The only thing good about them is that they bring fresh gusts of sweet smelling pine and sap; but even this can be quite an ugly sensation, as the aroma is usually intertwined with plumes of exhaust.
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