Whale Meat Again

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On Saturday we had time to kill while we waited for the last two riders to fly in.  Actually, rather a lot of time because we were awake at 4am....bloody jet lag!

We had a good old Merican breakfast of corned beef hash at a diner, mooched around a mall then retired to a park to strategise is the sun.  I knew that there was a good chance of seeing whales on this trip but hadn't expected to see one quite so early, an certainly not in a Seattle park:


We also saw another rather curious thing in the park......a girl who had been sunbathing near us got up,moved  about 25 yards, sat down again and proceeded to take a 'selfie'of a rather intimate part of her anatamoy.  We have reflected on this at length but have no explanation to offer.

Yesterday we finally started riding, 76 glorious miles down the side of the Hood canal in absolutely perfect weather.  It is good to be on the road again!!!

What with jet lag, the heat, and 76 miles under our belts wveryon was tired and it was an early night.  Unfortunately i was so tired i fell asleep nursing a nearly full beer.  It seems that at some point in the night I tried to take a swig from the bottle but only succeded in tipping beer all over my face.  If you have ever woken in the night because you are drowing in beer ( and let's face it, who hasn't) you will know it isn't much fun.

Today we turn west and will actually be on the Specific coast by bed time.





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