Author: Bob

The White Pelicans are numerous, though camera shy today. Here’s my best shot so far.

A follower of our travels, and dear friend who wishes to remain anonymous, composed this poem. Thank you so much, secret person:

There once was a guy named Bob

Who definitely was not a snob;

With friends old and new

While they drink a cold brew

They’ll all sit around and hob-nob.

There once was a guy named Colin

Who from his bike had not fallen

He said, ” I am tough

If I do hit the rough,

I will jump right back on without stallin’ “.

There once was a guy named Steve

Who said “This is what I believe –

I’d rather bike

Than take a hike

And a long ride I’d like to achieve”.

There once was a guy named Dan

Who with the others began,

But then turned around

Heading back to the Sound;

But don’t fret, it was part of the plan.

As the sunset in Ralston, a narrow storm had just passed overhead, creating this rainbow.

Clearly one of the great moments of the day was sharing thoughts with my favorite bovine in Ellensburg, WA.

My first mechanical failure of the day, and all I did was pump up the tire before rolling. The valve core came out with the pump nozzle, just like Steve warned me my screw-on pump would do. I made it to the rendezvous spot in Snoqualmie, WA with a finger-tight valve and a low tire. The bike shop ahead in North Bend has new valves, and I get to buy one more tool.