Lynden, WA

The ride from the campground in Rockport, WA to Lynden, WA brought clear skies and sun. On the whole, it was a beautiful ride. I stopped in the town of Concrete (guess what their industry is?) for breakfast with about 8 other people. While my corned beef and hash was good, it was not worth the hour wait. From that, Kate and I left together and then moved at a good pace to get through the day since we felt behind.

Just lots of nice road and in the not too far distance we could see the mountains we climbed over and even some bigger ones with snow capped peaks. Kate and I took a quick lunch then finished the rest of the way picking up Quang and Erik to finish the day. In the last half, a small, fat floppy-eared doxen came out and barked at me. I flipped out yelling at it, "No, you will not bite me or make me crash with only two days left of riding after 3800 miles. Not today dog."

We were all quite grateful to be back in a church and even a town. The main street of Lynden places big emphasis on their Dutch heritage with a giant windmill building/inn at the end of it.

In this last week and the dwindling days left, it's been quite the realization thinking about the trip, the summer and the adventure ending so soon. Before we'd say that we started riding on June 21 and reaching Vancouver on August 25th. Now, when I talk to people, August 25th is replaced with Monday.