Day 28: Quinault - Ocean City, 47.79 miles

September 23, 2009

With a mild hangover, but a much lighter bottle of Bacardi, Baptiste and I spent the earlier part of the morning trying to get our things dry after a heavy overnight dew.
Once we had packed up our stuff and set off, we made a quick stop at a salmon fishery to see lots of little fishies being bred. This trip seemed to have a general salmon theme going to it – all quite interesting though.

For this part of the ride, we decided to take the coastal route as opposed to the 101 as it looked a bit more scenic and seemed to carry less traffic. When we got to the coast, we found a massive sandy beach. Baptiste rode onto it and I happily followed along to perform – in classic style – a favourite cyclists’ maneuver. Riding on the sand quickly bought my momentum down to a speed of 0 at which point I scrambled desperately to get my feet out of the pedal clips. I failed dismally and ended up splat lying in the sand much to Baptiste's amusement.

Just a we were riding off the beach, we met a couple of ladies who were just departing their holiday cottage and gave us a big bag of food. How kind of them!

A few miles further we discovered a blackberry bush and stopped for a bit of afternoon snacking. Mid-snack, a car came by and parked directly opposite us. It seemed a bit odd but not to be deterred, we carried on with our munching only to be rudely interrupted by an amplified voice from the car.

"Move your bicycle to the other side of the fog line...thank you."

Just moments prior, Baptiste had asked me "when do we stop eating?" I guess this was our answer.

Later that day, we arrived at Ocean City campground and made a shared meal from the food we'd been given earlier. The donated fake crab certainly added a new dimension to Ragu and pasta.