Goodbye Washington, Hello Oregon

After 360+ miles and several wooded and clear cut hills, we found ourselves riding in the mist watching the bridge to Astoria, Oregon getting larger and larger.

I was awoken that early morning by Evan rustling around in his tarp contraption, wondering if there was room in the tent since it started to rain. The rain turned to mist when we had to get up and pack up. 

The only two things that really stuck out in y mind from that day of riding was a dismal mill on the side of a grimey river. Saw a couple other mills, but this one and the tiny town seemed more downtrodden. We took a break on the bridge overlooking the whole scene. The second part that stuck out was out lunch stop; we just went through a construction area and we noticed an overgrown road that led back into the forest. The road went back maybe 40 feet and seemed to be a turnaround parking area for hunting. The trees were thick and the ferns reminded me of Jurrasic Park. It was just enough removed from the road to muffle the sound. 'Twas a nice break in the cycling.

We came down a hill and the landscape opened up to a view of the river separating Washington from Oregon and a bridge connecting the two off in the distance. We were rejuvenated with excitement but knew there was still some riding to be had. Once on the bridge we had 4 miles to cycle with lots of traffic., wind, and mist. The excitement wore off a bit once we started climbing the last section which was quite steep. Nonetheless we cruised down the main strip to Fort George a nice pub for a celebration of completing Washington and the excitement of Oregon! 

As I was sending off a couple texts to friends my phone shut off and came on with a reactivation screen which I had no way to do. I figured I'd take it to the AT&T store the next day.

We ended up staying the night with a Couchsurfing host on her sailboat. Blake an Evan shared the main bed and I sprawled out from a bench over a cooler to another padded bench which happened to be right in front of the doorway. Needless to say it wasn't the best sleep but served its purpose of shelter from the elements. Blake and Evan awkwardly stepped over me when they needed to use the piss bucket throughout the night (bladders like children). Guess I will end there.