Houston’s Odometer 2647
Lewis and Clark Trail State Park, near Dayton, Washington
There are combinations of hills, heat, and wind that come close to lethal. Today we pushed against that line. as we pulled into Dayton after 75 miles, we had already drained our camelbacks and water bottles twice, eaten all of the food we had, and were clearly not thinking clearly. Our clothes were crusted with the salt we had lost that day and we needed more fast. Gatorade to the rescue.
The bizarre event of the day was when we were hailed off our bikes on the highway near Pomeroy to visit a renovated grain mill that acted as a church and had a café. The latter had a menu with no prices: name your own price. We had some decent sandwiches and had a quick look around the mill and left a $20.
Our plan to garner sympathy from the ladies is working perfectly. They made us a great meal of chicken, baked beans, mashed spuds. And they bought us a growler of wheat beer at a Book and Beer store in Dayton.