I was born in the former Soviet Union shortly before its fall. My family moved to the US while my father was in the US as a visiting fellow at Vanderbilt University in Nashville, TN. I grew up in Nashville and went to Vanderbilt for undergrad where I met Tim, my comrade in arms for this, and many adventures (homebrewing blog may yet be forthcoming.) Tim and I both majored in Molecular Cell Biology at Vanderbilt. After graduation we took time off and lived with some other friends in Nashville while working in research labs at Vanderbilt. We will both be attending graduate school in the Fall of 2009, I at University of Oregon, and Tim at University of California Davis. As one can imagine, a two and a half month bicycling trip is not something you can just do anytime you want, so having this time before graduate school is a key motivating factor in going on this trip. This blog has remained dormant for a while, but I'm hoping for a new trip soon.
We woke up on Whidbey Island and ventured south. We had our second breakfast of ice cream and fresh raspberries at a roadside stand.
The ride was mostly uneventful, and the terrain pretty flat except for one major hill which forced us to walk our bikes for the first time. We saw this cool pirate looking ship on some lake or inlet. Being by the coast was pretty awesome, and aside for a few glimpses from the day before, we hadn't had some consistent water-side riding up until this day. After a lunch of peanut-butter and honey we made it to the ferry docking station. I don't know what purpose these weird posts served aside from a place for nesting sea gulls. You can see the little baby sea gulls... every body say it with me... awww!! Port Townsend off in the distance. While waiting at ferry docking station we met a cyclist couple who were out for a day trip. We chatted with them for a bit, and mentioned we were trying to camp at a county park right outside of Port Townsend. They said the campsite was a bit lame, but if we wanted to we could stay at their yurt if we wanted to... We took them up on the offer, and I'm glad we did. This was definitely one of the cooler places we stayed. This is the yurt. A cool sculpture in the garden. It makes me think of a dinosaur skeleton. The inside. The bed was probably the softest bed I've ever slept in. There was no hot water, but we boiled some and took a sponge bath. After some leftovers and a bottle of wine between us, we drifted off to sleep.
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