Day 1
77 miles
We left at 8am after breakfast at the hostel.
After several wrong turns and much indecision we made our way through Vancouver which we found to be a beautiful city. As with most cities it had affluent neighbourhoods, like the Cypress street cycle route which was dappled shade and manicured lawns outside palatial houses, and less affluent - which we found on the other side of the Fraser river, with dilapidated houses and rusting pickups outside.
We made good progress and were only delayed for half an hour getting into the USA, we had lunch at Blaine on the harbour side to celebrate making it into our second country.
We slowed somewhat as the temperature rose, making it to Bellingham to buy supplies by 5.30pm.
The last few miles were slower still with the effects of jet lag and heat catching up with me, but we made it to a lovely wooded campsite at Larrabee State Park where we were greeted by another cyclist (Randy from Colerado) who was clutching two cold cans of lager which he got out of the coolbox when he saw us arriving at the campsite. Randy is my new best friend.
We left at 8am after breakfast at the hostel.
After several wrong turns and much indecision we made our way through Vancouver which we found to be a beautiful city. As with most cities it had affluent neighbourhoods, like the Cypress street cycle route which was dappled shade and manicured lawns outside palatial houses, and less affluent - which we found on the other side of the Fraser river, with dilapidated houses and rusting pickups outside.
We made good progress and were only delayed for half an hour getting into the USA, we had lunch at Blaine on the harbour side to celebrate making it into our second country.
We slowed somewhat as the temperature rose, making it to Bellingham to buy supplies by 5.30pm.
The last few miles were slower still with the effects of jet lag and heat catching up with me, but we made it to a lovely wooded campsite at Larrabee State Park where we were greeted by another cyclist (Randy from Colerado) who was clutching two cold cans of lager which he got out of the coolbox when he saw us arriving at the campsite. Randy is my new best friend.
Oh man! That looks awesome!
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