Mountain Loop Highway (Days 3 & 4)

Hi everyone,

Our four day trip was a bit long so I though I'd split it into two different posts. Our third morning was the BEST leg of the journey! It was a beautiful morning.

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Wow, for it being our best leg I sure didn't get far. I promise to finish this up in the next few days and get on with our lives. :)

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Okie-dokie! I'm finally back at it. Amazing, huh. Let's see if my memory serves me as well as Mom and Dad say it does.

Mom loves this picture. The morning of our third day, standing around our campsite, eating quiche lorraine scones. What's not to love?

 

Our short little jaunt on Powerline Road. Fitting name, don't you think? We ended up bumping off this "side road" pretty quickly. It was supposed to get us off the main highway but it was so bumpy that it was taking longer than just riding on the highway shoulder.   

Beautiful tree lined highway with very little traffic!

Mountains peeking out from the tree line.

 

Coming . . .

 . . . and going!

A little rest time wrestling!

The final leg of the journey.

A few clouds, but no rain.

A quick break before pedaling on down the road.

What's this? A truck? A tarp? Oh, you are looking for a key because you decided to leave your keys at home when you headed out on the road four days ago. Can we be found?  

Until next time . . .

Mountain Loop Highway (Days 1 & 2)

Hi everyone,

Our third and final overnight bike trip was our longest of the summer, 4 days of riding. It got us thinking about biking the Pacific coast next summer. Hmmmmm, maybe, just maybe.

Heading out from our home town

We happened upon a farm where an alpaca had been born about an hour earlier. He hadn't even stood on his own yet. Isn't he so cute?

Stopping for a snack at the one gas station town of Bryan

Ahhhh, of course we got a flat. Let's see, the first ride was the trailer. The second ride it was Mom's bike. This time, Dad's bike.

Racked out after biking 34 miles in one day.

Beautiful views heading out on our second morning.

How would you love that to be your backyard? 

A late afternoon nap. Totally racked out after biking an extra 10 miles that we didn't plan into our route.

Mom and Dad decided that because this was a longer ride we could take along the little cooler so we had some fresh produce and salad fixin's. A salad tastes so good after eating beef jerky and trail mix all day. Of course, I wouldn't know that because I don't eat salads yet but it's what I hear.

The campground (deserted except one other empty tent) felt a little weird with no one else around.

Until next time . . . when I tell you about the last two days.

North Border Loop

Hi everyone,

Our second biking trip was almost not to be. We arrived at the state park where we were leaving our truck and had a campfire that evening.

When we woke up in the morning there was a steady rain. I mean, a STEADY rain. Dad wanted to throw in the towel, Mom said we should push through. Once our gear was all packed up she thought about just tossing everything in the truck and heading home, but as you can see, we persevered. We are so bundled up we are barely recognizable, huh. This was before my rain pants went on. Why aren't they on in this picture like Dad's, you ask? Because my rain pants ended up being a large black plastic garbage bag that I "sat" in on my bike. It was tied around my waist and my feet were in either corner. It wasn't super comfortable because I couldn't stretch out my legs, but it did keep me dry which was the intent.

Stopping in Birch Bay. Still bundled up, but it was pretty much done raining by this time. We had just finished fixing a flat on Mom's bike. Yep, that's right, another flat. Last trip it was the bike trailer, this time Mom's back tire.

No explanation needed!

We rode by these guys and they all came trotting up to the fence (besides the cow that is). It was almost like they were animals for a petting zoo or something. Such a variety, a few miniatures, and really strange horns on the cow.

Really, I am a Betz. My mom and dad really are my parents. Why do I make this statement? Because while my parents were eating ice cream I requested carrot sticks. I think there was some question about whether I was a member of this family so I just wanted to clearly state that I am.

Stopping for lunch in Lynden during the Raspberry Festival. Enjoying a sandwich after finishing some poffertjes that we can only partake of a few times a year.

Listening to some tunes while reading my magazine. Life doesn't get much better than this!

Until next time . . . when I take you on our final bike trip!