Day 105 Inlet to Newcomb 73km

We plan another short distance day today, as the mountains keep rising around us, and this gives us the luxury of time. Finally, a morning without an alarm! Of course by this stage I am well trained to be awake with the sun, but the chilly early morning cold keeps me inside my sleeping bag. We are feeling liberated by the return of our bicycle lingering timetable, so while the tent is drying in the early morning sunshine we wander down to Eighth Lake to check out the view again, she does not disappoint.


The expected hills rise up to meet us, and we quickly shed the layers that were so necessary pre-pedaling. The sunshine keeps us company, as we head inexorably east, edging ever closer to the finish line. Funnily enough though I have Bilbo Baggins in my head singing "the road winds ever on and on..." but you have to admit that the surroundings lead themselves to storybook musings.


One of my favourite things about having come so far into this journey is answering the oft asked question 'where are you coming from? with "Seattle", guaranteed the response will be Seattle, Washington??? People are flabbergasted and curious, I enjoy the New Yorker up front enquiring style, and I particularly like their distinctive accent. We come upon an unlisted (on our bicycle map) campground, just two miles before the state park we intended to make home tonight. We decide not to risk the possibly closed park, and luck is with us again, yup, closed according to the locals. We impress and interest the only other campers at the Newcomb Campground with our form of travel. And Kathy and Bonnie, to older New York Women on a road trip in their camper, prove to be full of laughter, stories and curiosity, older women mentors to remember! The days are quickly getting shorter, by eight it is fully dark, and we retire to our tent at peace with the world. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPad