July 3, 2001
Issaquah, WA to Victoria,
The days of riding hundreds of miles away from our final destination
are over. We've turned the corner and rounded the Horn. We're on the
home stretch. Not that the trip hasn't been pleasant so far. It has.
It's just that we've felt constant anxiety for our arrival in Canada
and, though I'm not sure exactly why, I believe I can safely blame
someone else for it. For some reason, we think, and not just in our
heads - we've actually said it out loud - that riding "down" will
be easier than the ride "up." "Down," of course, only means "south"
and "up" only means "north," but that confusion of terms I believe
is the source of both our anxiety to finish going "up" and our excitement
to go "down."
We will probably be surprised, but we might not; our minds
might overpower the reality of being at sea level or darn near it
for the next thirteen hundred miles. I, for one, hope it does - it's
a lot easier to ride when you think you're going down hill.
11.75 average speed
2:05:07 travel time
1031.02 total trek miles
I've gotten ahead of myself. We're not going down the coast
yet. As far as you're concerned, we're still in Seattle and Canada
is just another place we're not at yet.
We left Issaquah with time to visit the bike shop to have
a few things fixed, i.e. rims trued, gears adjusted, spokes replaced.
We had a ferry booked to take us to Victoria at three-thirty in
the afternoon and, with only twenty-five miles to ride, we navigated
the metropolitan streets at our leisure, arriving at Pier Sixty-Nine
early enough to eat several pounds of pasta before the ferry left.
On the ferry, we used Dan's cell phone to call various loved
ones. Dan got to talk to his parents who had just returned from
Chile after three years. Apparently Dan can't stand being in the
same country as his parents because he left the United States the
same day they arrived. Isn't that just like him?
the biker-typical open mouthed sleeping technique. Easy to learn,
difficult to master, as Dan so skillfully has. For a look at the
progress of one of his proteges, Joey, click
Arriving in Victoria, Canada at seven o'clock at night,
we rode the five hundred feet to our hotel and settled in.
We hot tubbed, showered
and went out to eat. Afterward, we got hold of a paper and found
out that there was some live jazz playing in town and not far away
either. It was cool and we just sat and listened, sipping occasionally
from our ice water until the music stopped.