Our last tourist stop is the Washington Olympic Peninsula, home to Team Edward and Team Jacob.
Jaron found us a cute place with seaside condos. Turns out they are if the same era as our first apartment. Downstairs living room and kitchen, upstairs loft bedroom. It advertised a path to the beach, which was true. There was a path. It was quite long, but it certainly was a path. There are six condos to a building making it a du… tri…
…wait for it…
…a sexplex.
We stayed up late finishing books the first night after a lackluster foray in to town for dinner. So for breakfast we had backpacking meals and coffee at the sexplex.
We went to the Hoh Rainforest and did their mossy loop trail.
Julie keeps feeling better every day, but the covid got to her on that walk and she slept in the car on the way home.
Back to the sexplex to chillax the rest of the afternoon and evening with backpacker meals for dinner, after our experience last night at the restaurant that “doesn’t give out tap water.”
The next day we went to Seattle, returned unused campstove fuel and backpacker meals to REI, repacked our shit, and went home.
On reflection, driving is definitely easier than riding. We did about 2500 miles, which is the same as our motorcycle trip pace of 1000 mi/wk for 2.5 weeks. We had way more together time in the car than if we had our own bikes. But, passenging gave Julie the opportunity to research lodging, restaurants, routes, etc. These blogs are better edited and more thorough for it. We could have done with less shit. It was hard to wrangle at the airport. 8 days of clothes was too much.
Julie’s Powell’s shipment is helping stave off post-party depression. Their max shipping charge is $12.87 which Julie assumed would be media mail, but apparently 3 UPS boxes from them are slated for delivery tomorrow. Perhaps I broke their business model?
We could easily go back and spend a week in each of the places we stopped. Maybe we should try that sometime. But how will we know where to go if we don’t go everywhere?
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