Due largely to the clemency of the weather the weekend before the Ephrata 400K. I loaded Hatsumomo and her new gearing (now a double instead of a triple) unto my Pogo Stick and we were off towards Canada.
The Bell, Bellingham for back to back 200k permanents, first to Elger Bay, Camano Island and back and day two to Fort Casey, Whidbey island and back.
Most impressive was in between. After the return from Elger Bay it was a no-brainer not to drive to Federal way and back.
Found an Econolodge a little north of town.
I convinced them to an extra $2 discount and took a ground floor room, perfect for the bike. After shower I rode into town, and the natives were loving the weather, people, free live music, lots of Margaritas and Canadian flags.
I kept thinking that this would be a great caper with a group of friends, me! I must be insufferable.
Finally settled on a Mexican restaurant called Jalapenos.
Extra salt with the chips please.
I highly recommend if you have a sweet tooth like me, Ice Cream at Mallard
Ran into the Captain on the way there, no blood relative I presume.
As soon as I had the Vanilla, (next time I must try the Rhubarb) my mind became fixed on Fort Casey so I hit the sack. But not before gathering with a few natives.
To validate this sunset.
Within 36 hours I rode Chuckanut Drive four times (as well as the Skagit Flats). On the final return I thought the "Drive" must be ready to "chuck this nut" but the feeling was not mutual. I really love it especially in the early morning.
Mark Thomas once told me that a flat tire has more to do with your karma than the tire that you were last heard extolling its virtues. What I am saying is that it is not in my karma to retain salt and water like a camel in the Sahara, nor will I ever win the "David Zabriskie award" for cutting through wind.
Winds in the Skagit, I could pass.
Thanx to "Meester Secret Control Man", I learn something every time our paths cross.
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Dr. Codfish should really take up that look.
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