Fuck Washington’s Rain

We only made it about 40 miles along our 85 mile journey today. The rain was simply too intense. We stopped at the Hungry Bear Cafe at around 1pm, completely soaked, head to toe, shoes full of water, cold, and hungry. After drinking hot beverages, eating lunch, and checking the weather forecast, Jas and I both decided it would be best to go to Forks, get a motel, and take tomorrow off. The catch, of course, is that thanks to the wonderful phenomenon that is Twilight, every motel in Forks is completely booked from here to the next pre-teen vampire fad. So, we decided to set up shop at the Bear Creek Motel, a convenient 100 yard walk from the Hungry Bear Cafe. There’s wifi and beer in the cafe, and a heater and a shower in the room. It cost some money ($70 per night, about half the price of a room in Forks), but we’ll be dry and comfortable for the next day.

I spent the past hour or two figuring out how to get photos posted the way I wanted, so there’s a photo post pre-dated to August 7 a few entries down with pre-trip photos. I’ll post more photos from along the way a little later. Time to stretch and figure out dinner now. Wednesday looks like it might be partially cloudy, which is a big step up from the flood we endured today.

At least my socks are made of wool.