I always love it when the best is saved for last. I cycled into Washington State on this awesome monstrous bridge over the Columbia river and I knew it would only get better from here on. It made me a little nervous at first, that always happens when I'm cramped on a shitty shoulder on a tight space with cars zooming past me and I'm struggling to go up or try my very best not to veer into traffic when I go down, but once on it, high up in the sky, I gave me the Bosporus-feeling. And it was good.
Washington is gorgeous. Like a glossy cherry you just want to get your teeth in and never let go off. It's nice and quiet, meadowy, pines, rainforest, horses, snowy peaks, lots of space and rolling hills. I was doing 75 mile days and I wished they'd never end.
Since I ran out of maps reaching the coast, I freestyled my way up to Seattle and stumbled upon these great, beautiful European-style bike paths, rails-2-trails, all catered with benches, water fountains and other pleasures a biker might like (like a bike-shaped frame to lean your bike on when you're having a rest). I played hide and seek with Mt.Rainier who kept popping up from time to time in al it's mountainous majesticy. And although I got seriously headwinded nearly all the way, I will remember these days as one of the most beautiful and pleasant of the whole trip.
I stayed with the most amazing people, enjoyed the best gin tonic of my life (and there were quite a few) and for some reason Washington is full of lamas, so I guess that says it all. Amusement guaranteed. The only thing that would make this picturesque picture complete are a couple of scattered ancient castle ruins and a big cathedral, wat or mosque here and there. But then again, I might not want to push it.
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