DILEMMAS
Certain things come up daily on a bike ride. Where to sleep, where to eat, where to pee, where to find water, who to ask for directions, can I take off this jacket without stopping and wasting valuable time, can I reach my jacket and put it on without stopping, do I drink this last sip of water now not knowing how far to the next fill up?
So there we sat in a small spot of grass in the town center of Raymond, WA. I was finishing a 2-day old bagel piled high with generic brand peanut butter and Dusty finished his tray of on-sale, expired strawberries. He therefore inherited the job of trying the water from the lone standing public restroom. I can spare the details about the swarming flies, graffiti covered walls and overflowing trash cans because we all have been forced to use such a restroom in a town whose sole existence conspired for the reason that a highway passes through it. Dusty emerged from the restroom, lid in one hand and full water bottle in the other. He raised it to his nose as I watched in anticipation. His nose wrinkled but he drank anyhow.
See, there really is no other choice. We drank from restroom sinks, front yard sprinkler’s and faucets on the side of any building you can think of. We even have common words to describe the kind of water to each other.
What it really boils down to, if we want to make it to our destination, just drink the warm smelly crap and get over it!
Day 2:
Elma, WA – Astoria, OR: 90.3 miles
Avg: 13.1
Max: 38.5
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