Heading South For Winter

At the suggestion of the camp ranger from Dosewallips State Park we had camped under an unused shelter for the evening, due to the threat from an expected storm front that never materialised. We woke up dry to clear, (and cold) sunshine.

We have quickly developed our own cycling touring routine: We pack, each of us have our assigned tasks, then have a hot cup of tea courtesy of our mini camping stove, which had been a real godsend. As we are often camping without power or hot water.
two minute noodles have become a staple part of the diet.
Out on the road we ride single file, Therese in front. We use caution and our mirrors as the shoulder often disappears, especially when you need it most. The roadside verge regularly has a deep channel cut along the right hand side, sometimes it’s scary. In between a rock and a hard place. Many of the cars are large 4WD that sound quite ferocious, despite that we have rarely had grief from drivers. After riding into some steep hillsides with darkening skies, we rolled into the tiny clam and oyster fishing hamlet of Lilliwaup where I sent mum a postcard.
The heavens opened up giving us a good soaking. Cycling into the summer resort town of Hoodsport on the Hood Canal, we decided to take a room at the RV park, an opportunity to do some laundry, have a shower, charge our devices, service the bikes and warm up.
After a restful night we were up early. The weather forecast was for wind and rain. Steeling ourselves for a challenging day, we cycled off into a cold fog that swallowed us up. Looking out across Hood Canal coming down from a steep climb we saw two harbour seals cruising the early morning waters.
Out past the Skokomish Indian Reservation, we saw their roadside stands selling fireworks, smoked fish and assorted artefacts.
We followed US 101 as it climbed up above the lowlands of the Hood Canal, past moss covered tress and pine plantations.
The horrible weather didn’t eventuate, as we rode above the fog we were presented with crisp blue skies and fair winds. Leaving the highway we took the recommended back road to McCleary.  More climbing on logging roads with no shoulder, thankfully it was Easter Sunday, so the traffic is light and no logging trucks.
At the logging town of McCleary we stopped for lunch at the Rain County Restaurant where we were treated too good cheap home style cooking. The attentive waitress told us the days special was chicken fried chicken? Therese had the soup and biscuit (scone), I went for a salad sandwich with curly fries.
After lunch and with the help of a tailwind we made good time to Montesano, home of the Mighty Bulldogs, then a couple of miles from town at the top of a gruelling climb was our destination, Lake Sylvia State Park, where our hiker biker campsite cost $12.00.
After setting up camp we took a 2 mile hike along one of the many scenic trails that ring the park, not a bad effort after 90 kilometres on the bikes. We slept soundly.
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1 comment

  1. following your blog daily.sounds like you are having a fantastic time and doiing some miles.the weather has finally broken in clydebank and it is peeing down.keep up the blogs and the pics and dont forget to take the time to smell the roses.stay safe

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