Up to a hot shower at Cariboo Inn and coffee from the kiosk across the street from our hotel. They have soy milk. I am happy.
We pack our bikes and sit for breakfast at the hotel cafe. It is a bust. I ask for all my food well done and it comes barely done. I send it back and Gary is done and ready to go before I get my food, which is only as done as it was the first time. I wrote a nasty note that said "What you are doing in the kitchen is not about you!"
We get gas and head west on WA Hwy 20. We see about 6 trikes heading west in front of us.
The ride is nice 2 lane. Traffic is mind full and not pushy.
We pass orchards that have netting over the mature trees. Probably to deter birds or pests.
There was a forest fire there some time a go and the burned trees leave awesome sculpture. Gary is doing the speed limit. A coat feels good this day.
We stop in a tiny town, Winthrop. I fall in love with the wooden sidewalks. It is a nice, touristy town with great history. I would go back and stay there. I find a black hoodie on sale. I have been missing mine since I realized I forgot it for the trip.
We start driving in the WA Cascade mountains. They are awesome. We feel we were in North Cascades NP and did not realize it.
We stop above a hydro-electric plant and the water is such a color of blue green. I think the color is due to glacier melt. There are still small glaciers carving the rock. We talk to the rangers who are removing weeds (knappweed). A couple says knappweed has a cancer causing compound and sure enough I find that stated in documents on the internet later.
The road is mountain curvy and traffic is not heavy or pushy.
We eat expensive lunch at buffalo Run in Maplethorp. Mostly because the trikes are parked there. Gary had buffalo chili with a massive piece of corn bread. They also served camel and elk.
A near accident puts a crimp on my PM ride but that is behind us and we are nearing our hook up to the Chuckanut Hwy.
Gary finds the Chuckanut without any freeway driving (yippee) The last 30 miles to B-ham are a splendid way to end our long day ride.
Leslie is waiting for us with hugs at her place and we visit for a bit until she goes to a socialize at an ice cream social for a little while. Dinner later
is chatty and fun with peach ICE for dessert.
We are sleeping in Sunny's dungeon (Leslie calls it that). The bed is a nicely made, firm futon. Gary worries that it is to small to sleep on as he drifts in to a gentle breathing rhythm that indicates he has fallen asleep despite his worries.
Cariboo Inn, Okanagan WA
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