


Above, Myself in a "snow-cave" formed by melted snow and ice turned to water running down a mountain side.
Above, this photo was taken in Many Glacier National Park...which is a short drive from the main park.
The state park isn't that impressive and the day that we visited the stink was awful. These photos are from just north of the park. This area has several walking trails that are great for day hikes. I've always liked the photo above. The entire trail has several cool views of the lake as well many interesting tree and root formations such as above.
Above, Anaco Beach: The last 10 miles of the route took me past several marinas like above. The fishing boats and yachts were very impressive.
Above: Fidalgo Bay
The second picture was taken on the Padilla Bay Trail which ran along Padilla Bay. It was low-tide. The stink was awful with swarms of flies hovering over me when I stopped to rest and while I peddled.
The 3rd picture was taken from a large bridge that went over the Swinomish Channel...Roughly 11 miles from the finish line.
The last day. I was up by 430AM and on the road by 5. About a mile south of Concrete I crossed the Skagit River. I was way ahead of schedule and was expecting to be finish by 1PM. I decided to wait on the bridge and contemplate my 52 day adventure. My thoughts turned to the past 10 days and the 6 passes that I peddled up and over. I continued to think about the desolate land of North Dakota and Montana and the winds that I fought each day. I thought about the 7 times that I crossed the Mississippi River and realized that I could have cut more than a few miles out of the trip if I would have only crossed the river 5 times. I shivered as I remembered the Blue Ridge parkway and the hail and sleet that I experienced. Then my thoughts came to the morning 52 days earlier. It didn't seem that long ago when I saw my Mom and Dad in my rear view mirror waving goodbye after following me for 2 miles in their mini-van.
My thoughts turned to Liz and all of the love and support she gave me in the months and weeks prior to the beginning of my trek. I then began to peddle...It was time to knock this mother out.
The 3 pictures above are of the same mountain peak. When peddling around a curve and seeing the top sight I thought for sure I was going to get wet. An hour later, when I took the 2nd photo I stopped peddling and got on my rain gear. Still, an hour after that when I took the 3rd picture I was trying to get down the mountain as fast as possible because of the potential rain storm.
It never happened. The clouds seemed to stop at the top of the peak and simply rolled in place all afternoon. I was in Washington for 6 days and didn't see a drop of rain. The cycling Gods were very kind.