Making the ceremonial front wheel dip in the Colombia river! The rear wheel was dipped in the York river 3 months prior. Minutes before, we met Home Free, a hippie traveling by sailboat up the coast. When we told him "Good luck", as we left he replied "Don't do luck, do destiny".
Sea lions crowded the Astoria docks. They were lying about barking and hooting. Others would hop onto the dock from the water, soaking a sunbather and creating an uproar heard across town.
The Astoria tower painted with a spiral mural depicted the history of settlement in the area. You can walk up to the top for an awesome view. It was one of the steepest uphill rides of the trip to reach the tower. We clenched the brakes the whole way back down.
The Columbia river as it exits into the Pacific ocean with the Astoria neighborhoods below. Our favorite spot was the Fort George brewery, Kevin picked up a growler to be packed on the bike.
South facing view from the Astoria tower.
Are we still riding? Crossing from Oregon in Washington by ferry.
The Thinker.
The train station in Longview, WA. After two days of riding north to Seattle we decided it would be a better use of time to take the train up. We disassembled our bikes on a street corner, stuffed them in boxes along with our panniers, sent them home and caught the last northbound train out of town.We spent some time exploring beautiful Seattle, WA in great weather with our friend Mike, who by day is a young professional and by night sprints through green lights on a single speed bicycle. Our friend Peter generously opened up his pad to us in a quiet neighborhood north of downtown. We rode bikes, climbed, drank, ate, wore suits and fought a giant troll under a bridge.
