Belfair to Elma

Belfair to Elma

We couldn’t find a breakfast place in town, so we improvised with some yogurt and fruit from the grocery and a latte from one of the little drive by shacks.  The coffee is good here but I need to give the local baristas in Washington a lesson on the proper art of steaming the milk.  They know little about using Bernoulli’s principal to aspirate the air into the milk to expand it by a factor of two.  When they hand you your cup and it is heavy, you know it’s going to be mediocre at best.  If I did that at home, JD would have left me a long time ago.

We hit the road after a morning conference call, WiFi was too weak to Zoom, and we were off.  We started of in pretty heavy traffic on highway 3 that including a lot of trucks.  The logging trucks carrying 3 foot diameter logs were impressive and I didn’t want to test my mass times acceleration against theirs.

There were also several large trucks that passed us that were full of paper.  At a stop light, I asked them what they were hauling and they said the trucks were full of fraudulent election ballots that they were taking to California for the governor’s recall election.  They showed me an example, and I spotted a couple of typos, but I thought they looked official enough to fool an election observer.  The paper also felt a little funny, like it had bamboo fibers in it.  I thought it smelled a little like soy sauce, but that could have been residue from my dinner last night.  Because of their important mission, they had safe passage through Washington and Oregon.
We were soon off the highway and pedaling through country roads around several lakes.  I posted the picture below because I was surprised at how well it turned out.  I was not really planning to take a picture but was pretending to take a picture while I was standing by the road watering a couple plants.  Who says I am too old to multitask and not forget what I was doing?

The best comment of the day came from JD. We were climbing a steep road away from the lake.  It was so steep, they heavily grooved the pavement on both sides to give the cars extra traction.  After a lot of grunting and grinding, I looked at my cyclometer and saw I was only going 3 mph and decided to get off the bike and push it up the hill.  When we got to the top, Jan said “Mexico seems a long way off when you have to walk”.

Here’s our second lake of the day, Mason Lake.  It was a beautiful ride around the 6ish mile lake as it was surrounded by a dense forest and had zero traffic.

At the halfway point we had a delicious lunch in the town of Shelton from an award winning food truck and chef.  We were also joined by a new friend, although as former lab owners we know that when you have food, it is not always real love you are getting from the lab.

Another 52 mile day with 2,100 feet of climbing.  As with the other day, even though we are tired and our feet are burning, the last 10 miles were the best riding of the day.  I don’t know if that is a horse heading to the barn thing or not, but it’s nice ending on an up note.

Since we were staying in one of the top two motels (out of two) in Elma, we wanted to eat at the fanciest place in town.  They sent us to the Rusty Tractor, where they had many tempting offerings such as the cow pie biscuit.  We decided against that but ordered a couple things almost as questionable, fried and with gravy.  Oh well, we can ride it off tomorrow.

Jan’s Haiku for the Day

Cycling to Sheldon
past lakes encased in huge trees
on empty roads
Who is best fed
at the food truck lunch stop
Princess Basil





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