Embrace the Suck
Short stage today, from White Salmon to Biggs Junction — forty miles.
Thank goodness: the last twenty, and particularly the last four, were a particularly unpleasant combination of wind and cold rain, the latter of which has been more the rule than the exception since we started. At least we had a strong tail wind until nearly the end, where a switch back down the bluff put is into the teeth of it. Wet isn't great, losing touch with our hands?
Our son, Eric, became an Eagle Scout in Alaska. His troop did expeditions there like the rest of Scouting dreams about. Their motto? Embrace the Suck.
At the hotel in White Salmon, feeding the steeds:
Susan did get a few pictures before the weather closed in:
Sucktastickness is just around the bend |
Mt Hood is out there, somewhere |
Wine in the wild |
Thirty-nine more miles under the tires. 3216 to go.
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