Mike and I have agreed that day 12 was out worst day so far. But it wasnt thaaat bad.
Our ride out of Portland was pretty painless but not too thrilling. Once we made it to Rainier Oregon, where we finally got to see the great Columbia river, we at least got some nice views. This is where we crossed into Washington.
The bridge was surprisingly poor to ride on. Once we made into Washington we hit our second big setback. A rock miraculously sliced the side of my tire in what can only be called a freak accident. This is my tire I'm talking about - not the tube. So after some hesitation, I rode mikes bike a few miles into town where I purchased a new pricy tire and we were finally off again.
This put us a bit behind schedule and we soon realized we had nowhere to stay for the night. We decided to bike until we found a good spot to stealth camp. We ran into a real nice spot by the cowlitz river in a own called Castle Rock.
Uncle Robert and I are really enjoying your "journal." Beautiful photos, too. We appreciate your efforts.
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