We woke up well rested but sufficiently sore from the day before. We had breakfast at the campsite with whatever had survived last nights feast and bid farewell to Jordon, Jaycee, Sasha and the friendly retired couple that maintained the campsite. We headed back out on the beautiful rolling South Shore road and made out way back onto the 101 where after crossing the Quinault River we stopped at the Quinault Internet Cafe in Amanda Park where I happily jammed a bit on their complimentary piano as we made our first on the road blog update. We then picked up some groceries, snacks and drinks and the Amanda Park Mercantile Co and got ready to what was shaping up to be a warm sunny day. We rode along the 101 towards the coast through logged areas which featured lots of scotch broom, an invasive species, on the sides of the room. Although marked by man's (including ourselves) voracious appetite to consume, the ride was still all together pleasant and featured a nice shoulder. Right as we approached the ocean I picked up a cherry pie on the side of the road and we stopped for lunch as we got our first good view of the Pacific Ocean. After lunch we entered the Olympic National Park and rode on a gorgeous stretch of the 101 with relatively undisturbed flora including Western Red Cedar, Douglas Fir, and Sitka Spruce. We rode on this gorgeous section for 10 plus miles until we made out way to Ruby Beach. Our clockwise loop around the Olympics was inspired by our descision to truly go from Pacific to Atlantic and Ruby Beach was our westernmost point. We rode our bikes along the beach and dipped them into the water. Afterwords we grabbed the Frisbee, and played catch while doing sprints on the beach and eventually starting playing catch in the ocean, where we would jump sideways to catch the disc as we went into the water. After this awesome session we climbed out onto some sea rocks and chilled for a while. We next found a private place north of the main beach where we dried our wet clothing and bodies in the sun. We rested on the driftwood. I felt at peace. At some point I grabbed four rocks, polished by the waves. My goal was to take two of them to the Atlantic. After drying off we climbed back up to the 101 and started riding north. It was the late afternoon and the sun was shining bright. We rode at a steady but conservative pace until we had to stop for a mechanical on the side of the road. After the mechanical we rode along one of the most memorable sections of the road of the whole trip, where the 100 follows the Hoh River up for ~20 miles until it crosses it. It featured the beautiful forest smooth rolling hills and a perfectly paved shoulder. My mind was opened to the simple joys of gracious motion on my metal stallion travelling over the quiet rolling hills. We crossed the Hoh river on a tall narrow bridge and made our way north to Bogachiel State Park. Bogachiel, or "Boga-Chill,"as it became to be known, was a perfect resting place after our fantastic day along the water. We combined whatever food items we had into a novel mash, used the showers at the park, and got some rest.
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| Lake Quinault |
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| Will graciously fixes my rack, while Pete holds two bikes |
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Queets River |
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| The ocean is 100 ft to our left. This was one of most stunning stretches of road. |
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| Sitka Spruce with a growth |
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| We bought some pie on the side of the road and feasted on lunch |
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| Using the facilities at South Beach Campground |
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| Pete gazes upon the ocean |
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| Goody and the Ocean are both doing work in this photo |
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| Four Human Beings, their machines, and the Pacific Ocean |
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| Art |
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| Hoh River |
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| Hoh River |
