the hills are killing me

Oakland, CA

Okay folks, we’ve now reached the Pacific coast, and returned to the Beaver State. Megan has upped her number of flats to 8, while I remain at three – we picked up new spare tubes and patch kits in Astoria, as we used our last patch this morning!
Once again, we don’t have time for a proper update, as we are filling an absentee’s computer reservation. We’re having a great time, the rain has finally stopped (it rained nearly every day since we left Seattle until yesterday). We are continuing to find the most mosquito-infested campsites this side of the rockies, and this morning we found our tent and gear host to a gathering of slugs. We’re meeting lots of quirky people (such as a guy at the laundromat who’s been traveling for 10 years, or the husband and wife team of bike shop owners/locksmiths.)
From here on out, our route is easy – keep the ocean to our starboard side, and, as Mike Bush once said, keep the rubber side down. I always like going south – somehow it feels as if I’m going downhill.

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