My days in America are numbered, as I approach the Canadian border. Better get in all the lakeside relaxation, island hopping, and killer whales I can stomach.
The rUK fucks up my finances royally, but old ladies and hippies step in to help. Meanwhile, Washington is putting the rain in rainforest.
The general idea of a rest day is to rest. Recharge those empty batteries. Sort out what needs sorting out. Arrive tired, leave energetic. I didn’t get the memo.
A mixed bag of weather, waterfalls, a comfy outside couch, and interesting stories from Boring people: Cycling around the mighty, and elusive, Mount Hood.
Oregon continues to impress. Freezing cold lava, luxurious campgrounds, and the biggest little show in the world.
If you paid any attention in school, you will know that water comes in three states: The good (lakes, rivers), the bad (hailstorms, contaminated), and the awesome (hot tub). Oregon has all three.
Leaving the coast for the mountains, I have been struggling with the hot weather and mosquito swarms. It’s been gloriously scenic though, and traffic is much better now. Plus, if it gets too hot, there’s always snow nearby.
The warnings had been numerous. Learn how to spot it, they said. Don’t go near it, they said. Well…