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I woke up a bit rough. It was almost nice to have that kind of uhhhhh wake up. I mean sprinting awake well rested knowing you killed it yesterday is better, but I did enjoy the novelty of having the grog. We got ready and headed to the 24/7 dinner… the only place open this early on a Sunday morning.
The walk up was slow and quite, there was not much action at 7 am on a Sunday. The few people we saw walking around the streets all had a much more uhhhh morning then I was. The city looked like the mornings are usually this rough, but it’s ok. I like that kind of attitude, a place where you can do your thing and not be judged for being rough in the AM.
Our waiter was very nice, chatting and sharing stories of the road. He told us about his travels across Canada and America. He mostly drove, and mostly in Canada only, but he had lots of knowledge of the roads. It has really surprised me every conversation we’ve had. Everyone in Canada has so much knowledge of the roads, driving, and routes. I wonder do they all travel that much or do they just pay attention that much… Either way everyone has had an impressive about of knowledge.
After breakfast back to the hotel to get ready. There were a few more people who were awake by now, and they were loud about it. Maybe it was nicer when they were sleeping late. We got ready and headed for the road to America.
There was a long stretch leading out of the city center. There were many turns, to stay on the same road. One of the most confusing part of traveling, way back when, when the roads were being made, or remade they named, renamed and redirected traffic in new ways. I might make sense to everyone who has seen, grown and learned the system as it went on where we are just coming in cold turkey not knowing this road turns here because 30 years ago Nelson’s farm wouldn’t sell and…
The road went from a busy city street to a wider suburban road to the road from town to town. Eventually back to a busy city street, though this “city” was much smaller. Right through to Route 13, right to head south. Our last turn in Canada. Route 13 took us right down to the border.
At the border we rode down the shoulder past many cars all sitting in wait. Once the single road lane opened up to several waiting lanes we pulled in to be on one of theses lines. Through the border. We ate all of our citrus, so they could not take anything away from us!
The road just after the border was very bumpy. We joked, The streets in America are paved in gold. There were large open fields, farming, I assume but there were no obvious crops.
I think the state road we were riding on had a profile of a head with the number written inside. I’m not sure yet but my guess is it George Washington. We again had to make many turns and twists to stay on one road… as long as it’s not the road that goes straight to where we want to go… Interstate 5 … no bikes.
Many twists and turns and name changes to stay on “the same” road. Snaking around I-5 making our way as close to Seattle as possible. The more miles we do today the less we have to do tomorrow. Allowing us more time in Seattle.
This portion of the ride might have been the most interesting, in that there was something new, something different every turn, every hill. I think we went through more verity of stuff today then another day yet. There was a wide verity of houses, while all kind of fitting in together. Many different types of plants and trees melding into a ebbing and flowing wall of green lining the road. There were lakes and streams that moved along the road. I questioned, if this area doesn’t really get snow, are these lakes useable all year? These “summer” cabins could be full year homes… I don’t know what you would do other then go on the lake but it looked like a beautiful place to live.
Cross over I-5, under, ride along side, back under and over. Eventually we get to Mount Vernon. 80 miles today, leaves on 60 for tomorrow. It looks like there will be more turning to turn to stay on the same road… as long at it’s not the road that would take us straight to where we want to go… I-5 to Seattle.
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