The cop helped me across the highway and sent me back down the mile I had just climbed. I had no idea where I was going to go. It was getting late.
I found a gas station. A very friendly lady let me charge my phone, and looked on some maps with me to see if there was camping close by. In desperation I called a couple of hotels in Issaquah, ten miles away, but no luck. So I rode down to a state park that I saw on my phone's Google Maps, found a flat spot to sleep, and bedded down for the night. I was completely undisturbed except by a dog (or what I thought was a dog) that never came closer than 100 feet. In the morning a few hikers passed by. One older man told me I was crazy and that I should take up hiking. He then told me about all sorts of hikes he'd done... blah, blah, blah. I should have told him to start a blog and send me the address.
2 comments:
No picture of the cop?
Finally, I'm in. This is a great trip. I'm with you all the way!
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