Washington State



Crossing the amazing Astoria Bridge we entered our third state, Washington. Seattle isn't too far from here but we took the advice from Motoquest and went the roundabout route circumnavigating the Olympic Peninsula.

After the Redwoods of Northern California and Oregon, Washington seems a lot more like Canada. Logging is all around and huntin', shootin' and fishin' seem to be the main hobbies.

A cool day's riding took us up to Forks. Apparently the Twilight novels are set here and it is described in them as a wet but friendly place. No disagreement there but the only "wet" bar was on the edge of town and it took 20 mins to walk there. I'm not at all surprised the US has a problem with drunk driving.

It was damp the next morning as we rode the northern part of the circuit but the roads were good. As I accelerated out of a rather nice bend on to a clear straight road, I spotted the white SUV and thought oh-oh. Sure enough the red and blue lights started up. The very nice sherif advised me that I was 20 mph over the limit and that I should slow down as "it would cost a chunk of change" if I didn't.

A delightful ride along the shore of Lake Crescent brought us to the ferry at Bainbridge Island that took us over to Seattle.


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