Day 2, Tuesday, July 1.
Sequim, WA to Fort Casey, WA
Daily Mileage: 30 miles
Well today was quite interesting. David’s rear tire flatted four times in the first 18 miles of our day and 12 miles from the next town, Port Townsend. After we learned that there was a bike shop there, he decided to hitchhike all the way into town while I rode in on my bike. It probably took us about 30 minutes before we were able to successfully flag down a passing pick-up truck. This was the first time that I ever tried to hitchhike, and we started by flagging only those vehicles that looked harmless (whatever that means, maybe no gun rack?). We quickly had to lower our standards in
order to get people even to acknowledge us. Finally, this nice woman in a pick-up truck stopped and agreed to drive David to Port Townsend. I rolled into town about twenty minutes later, and when I couldn’t find the bike shop, began to panic a little realizing for the first time that we had no way of communicating with each other, let alone if he was abducted. Finally, after several loops through town I spotted the small oceanfront bike shop and David hanging out by the front door.
We bought another bike pump because the one we were carrying couldn’t pump to the 120 p.s.i. necessary to inflate our tires. Thinking that low tire pressure was the culprit, we pumped up the tires and headed around the corner to this hole-in-the wall pizza place for several slices. We dropped a few postcards in the mail that we wrote over dinner and then ran to meet the departing ferry. Our campsite was on the other side of the Sound, just up the way from the ferry terminal, so we didn't have to travel too far. As we rolled into camp, David got another flat tire, at which point we both sat down and brushed the inside of the tire until we found the small piece of glass that had caused all of our problems. We camped that night in a special hiker/biker area near an old fort.
order to get people even to acknowledge us. Finally, this nice woman in a pick-up truck stopped and agreed to drive David to Port Townsend. I rolled into town about twenty minutes later, and when I couldn’t find the bike shop, began to panic a little realizing for the first time that we had no way of communicating with each other, let alone if he was abducted. Finally, after several loops through town I spotted the small oceanfront bike shop and David hanging out by the front door.We bought another bike pump because the one we were carrying couldn’t pump to the 120 p.s.i. necessary to inflate our tires. Thinking that low tire pressure was the culprit, we pumped up the tires and headed around the corner to this hole-in-the wall pizza place for several slices. We dropped a few postcards in the mail that we wrote over dinner and then ran to meet the departing ferry. Our campsite was on the other side of the Sound, just up the way from the ferry terminal, so we didn't have to travel too far. As we rolled into camp, David got another flat tire, at which point we both sat down and brushed the inside of the tire until we found the small piece of glass that had caused all of our problems. We camped that night in a special hiker/biker area near an old fort.
(Top Photo: David by the "Welcome to Washington State" sign, taken as we were leaving Washington; Bottom Photo: David fixing one of the five flat tires we had today.)
