ManifestDestiny2010Redux: 6/6 Bogachiel-Port Angeles

We woke and used parks facilities and headed north to the town of Forks under gray rainy skies. Forks, once a sleepy logging town obscure to the rest of the world has been catapulted into notiriety thanks to the Twilight trilogy written by Stephanie Meyer. We entered the town with a ravenous hunger that was directed to the Fork Coffee Shop. At the friendly diner we gorged ourselves on breakfast scrambles, pie, ice cream, coffee, and Twilight propaganda. We then headed out to explore the town of Forks, determined to find Twilight post cards. We entered three places of business, two of which were dedicated to all things Twilight but no luck. Despite all of the merchandise that had been branded with Twilight there was no post cards! Despite this failure, we were determined to mark ourselves as witnesses to the Twilight phenomenon and each got stickers for our bikes. Mine was marked as Eclipse, the second book on the saga, Will-Team Bella, Pete-Team Edward and Goody was simply marked Twilight. Satisfied with our purchases, we headed out again into the rain. As we approached Lake Crescent we had an unfortunate accident. I was riding second to last with Goody behind me. Goody said something to the tune of "We should be be safe and put some lights on." On that note I decided to pull over and turn my light on. I told Goody I was going to stop but my voice was not heard and after I pulled over to the side of the road Goody took a spill right onto the 101. Luckily he was not duly injured and we got back on the road. After this sketchy experience we decided to seek shelter at the Lake Crescent Lodge. I was a bit hesitant that this fine establishment would accept a bunch of wet dirty rag tag bikers. We pulled up to the front porch laid our stuff out to dry and went inside. We ordered some alcoholic coffee drinks to warm us up and soon found our way to the large hearth, where we warmed ourselves. I think we were all a bit hesitant about our stay but the staff and guests only seemed curious in our endeavor and showed no signs of dismay. This was a recurring theme of our trip. Our novelty outweighed our strange appearances and in general everyone was helpful and interested in what we were doing and not put off. After some much needed warming we headed back on the road. We rode through the rain on a rolling and busy section of the 101. It was a tough ride and as we entered Port Angeles we decided to stay instead of riding to Sequim Bay National Park, our planned destination still 30 miles away. We found our way to a laundromat where we ordered some cheeseburgers, made some phone calls, and did some muscle work with the stick. Afterwords we looked for a place to camp and eventually made our way down to the the Olympic Discovery Trail right along Juan De Fuca Strait. We decided to camp right on the side of the trail next to the water. It was perfect.