Welcome to Washington

That's right, the final state till we hit the West Coast. Almost
surreal, expecially since the panhandle of Idaho was so short.
Speaking of Idaho, we think it should be renamed to Whiteaho... There
are no Black people there. That's right, none. Ok, ok. There are
probably a few sprinkled here and there working whatever menial jobs
the white population loathes. Nonetheless, idaho was gorgeous... last
nights sunset was breathtaking. On the way in last night, Ryan saved a
turtle that was trying to cross the road. In payment, the turtle damn
near peed all over Ryan, tried to scratch him, and caused Ryan to fall
while clipped into his pedals. Turtle success, Ryan failure. He's been
nursing his Achilles since. Fortunately we were still able to crank
out 98 miles today.

Slow slow start. But its funny how we woke up at dawn on the 2nd day
of the trip to pedal 115 miles and still finished after dark and we're
now able to stop after 20 miles to watch the World Cup Final, leave in
the afternoon, take several stops and still make camp by dark.
Granted, much of that credit goes to the fact that the sun stays out
much later put here. Go Espana!

The quiet discontent was deafening. It happens. We thought we'd make
it to Colville but the sun was getting lower in the sky. Some want to
push on, some want to break to swim. We pedaled slowly while avoiding
a solution when Ryan veered right onto a dirt road towards the river
the was a bible camp. The decision was made and it couldn't have been
a better one. While the csmo staff was initially hesitant to let us
swim, they eventually gave in. Not only that, but they offered us
leftover pizza and lasagna. After freshening up in the river and
stuffing our faces, we pushed another 20 miles and camped at an
intersection just before Ione, WA. One of my panniers needed some
repairing so I spent about an hour sewing it up, looking good now.

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