When I think of cowpokes in spurs, gun slings at their hips, staring each other down on dusty, windblown streets, I don't normally think of Washington state.
But here it is, Winthrop, Washington. An old wild west town, this place is everything you'd expect from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.
But I don't have much time, actually only about 5 minutes until I'm kicked off. I'm at the library in Winthrop, after poking around a bit, and still have 15 miles left in my ride. We're on our way up to the middle of nowhere, just outside North Cascades National Park, where we're expecting pretty primitive camping conditions. By that I mean the only running water around will be the river we're pitching our tents next to. It's been raining on and off today, so lets hope things will stay dry overnight. We have to camp again tomorrow, and I'd really like to not have a soaked sleeping bag.
Gotta give my goodbyes. The past couple passes have been manageable, and we've ridden literally into the desert of Washington. Like seriously, I saw tumbleweed. Things have cooled down a lot now. We only have two more passes, Washington and Rainy tomorrow, then its pretty much downhill to Rockport, where we're supposed to have a bit more civilized camping arrangements. From there, the coast!
Thirty seconds left, must give my goodbyes.
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