Only 26 miles today so more or less a “recovery” day. For a change we didn’t have to head straight up the first thing in the morning. Breaking camp is getting more of a routine as is putting everything is the right pannier every day so one (meaning Charles) can always go straight to the first aid kit or the battery charger without emptying every dang bag!!!
We followed a river road through a Native American reservation with only a few ups and downs, and since the river is flowing in the direction we are headed, the grade is more or less down. The sandwich shop where we planned on having our breakfast at a town midway on today’s ride was sold out of sandwiches since the owner had just passed away and the store was closing early but we have our trusty Cliff Bars! Having enough water is a daily worry but with our on board bottles and our collapsible water bags I think we’re finally getting a handle on that.
We pulled into Tonasket right at the beginning of their annual Founders’ Day parade – high school band, rodeo queens, Shriners on their motorcyc
les – just like the small town parades I grew up with in Missouri. They closed off Main Street and the sidewalks were lined with people … And here we thought they were there to welcome us to Tonasket!!
We made our way to the City Welcome Center that hosts bicyclists to camp right there on the main drag. We pulled up and there were ten or so people watching the parade from the front porch of the center so we joined in the group commentary and made quick friends with the folks that volunteer at the center. Along with Founders’ Day was the annual rodeo. Linda, one of the volunteers, offered to pick us up and take us to the rodeo (well she said “1/2 a rodeo” was all she and her husband cold do and then head back into town for beers).
I’ll add more details when I have some more time and wi-fi but the short of it is that we had a great time and met more of Linda and Tom’s friends, drank some beers and climbed into our tent as music rang out from the bars in town. More later.
The rain stopped early so we broke camp and headed out. The road starts up immediately eventually leading us from 600′ to just over 5000, the first test of our training! Up and up we slogged through waterfall vistas and valley views. There were occasional rewards of small downhill sections but the reality of the climb was a hard truth. We knew we had 40 miles to the top of Washington Pass but at the rate we (translate as “Charles”) was climbing, necessitating multiple stops for water and rest, the clock edged toward 6 hours in the saddle with no peak in view. Finally I succumbed to the effort and had to walk my bike. We agreed that Maja would go ahead and see accurately how many more miles we had while I sat disconsolate by the roadside! Poor, poor pitiful me. Almost immediately a very nice German couple stopped to ask if everything were fine … Of course not everything was fine and they took pity on my sapped strength and total lack of water (an early first lesson on this ride – always have more water than I think I will need. We loaded my bike and bags into the back of their pick up and Yvonne (of Andreas and Yvonne) offered me several bottles of water. We caught up with Maja and made the plan that I would be dropped off at Washington Pass and rejoin Maja on the road. Andreas and Yvonne dropped me off with more water and I was able to eat, drink and even cat nap for the interval it took Maja to catch up. When she arrived I was re-energized and we headed down, down, down to the valley and, eventually, Twisp. So, my confession is that of the 4273 miles of our journey I did indeed cheat for 4 miles. There, the truth is out.