Karla: I am so glad Scott has finally recognized he must accede to my wishes about schedule. After all I am called She Who Must Be Obeyed….We are having a day off the bike and even he admits it feels good to be lazy. It’s a chance for me to take Advil and apply ice while reading, doing wash and reflecting. I’m also going to repair our flag. We started out with the factory issued Burley flag on our trailer which mysteriously disappeared on the leg between Winthrop and Twisp (don’t you love that name?). When we stopped to read the map and decide where we would camp, we noticed the top half of the pole to which the flag was attached was gone. We had no idea how it had happened, but guessed it was the ferocious winds that whipped it off as we wended our way along the high plains route. On our way to the campground we stopped to do our daily shopping. This means one of us wanders the aisles looking for inspiration while the other stays outside with the bike. As I was cruising the meat section one of the guys behind the counter asked if he could help me find something. I explained what I was doing then added our flag story as way of making conversation. He asked me to wait a bit as he had an idea. In a few minutes he came back with a neon orange sign used for pricing items on sale and some clear packing tape, then disappeared behind the counter. I chatted with the other butchers as I watched him bent over the chopping block. In short order he proudly handed over our new and improved ” As Advertised ” plastic encased flag! Such a nice guy to help us out and he really seemed to have fun with it . Jackson, from Hank’s Grocery, you are da man!! Once we attached the flag to the pole we noticed big thunder clouds rolling up, so we hopped on our bike and rode like the devil for the campground two miles away. We managed to make it there and get in line to check in as big drops started to fall. We thought for sure we would be setting up in rain, but by the time we had completed our paperwork the storm had moved through and the sun was shining on our most beautiful campsite yet. The Methow River lapped the bank a few feet from our tent and the quacking of ducks was our alarm clock!
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| The last time we saw our flag proudly waving. |
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| A beautiful but windy road to Twisp. |
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| Jackson, he’s our man! |
That area is so beautiful! I think you'll love the Sherman Pass area as well. Enjoy the mental aspects of the climbing you're getting to do, as the flats are the dreaded doldrums! I love climbing up the mountains then carving down the backsides. You guys are killing it, riding across North America, keep it up. There will be days of amazing challenge. Just remember, never give up when things are hard. This way, you'll never give up as nobody gives up when things are easy. The hard parts always give way to ease and enjoyment eventually. Enjoy the PNW!!! Also, as Mark Twight says: fun doesn't always have to be fun.
Take Care…Jarred
Thanks Jarred, for the words of wisdom.
It is amazing what was fun in retrospect.
Scott, nice jersey!!! I just noticed you were wearing the Ramrod jersey in front of the market in Winthrop. Loved that day. -Jarred
I'm so proud of that jersey I decided to wear it on this trip. Its cool looking too.
Loving this blog. I love the new flag! Sharon
Glad you're enjoying it!
I have probably the easiest seat in the ride – my couch that I sit on every day and read your blog. LOVE IT!!! Beautiful country. Lori
It really is beautiful in our great Pacific NW!
Hello from neighbor Jill AKA anonymous. Look forward every evening to see if u have added to ur blog.
Great writing and pics
Jarred put it really well. This is one of those few lifetime events that embody what it means to be human. Diane and I anxiously await each update from you guys!
Mick
love love love the photo with the odd wooden fence on the left.