A little breakfast. A little chain maintenance. Good bye Shelton.
The first 28 miles featured rolling hills, cool temperatures, a headwind, and chip seal roads. This is logging country. Large swaths of the woods have been cut down. Others are recovering from being cut. I saw one tract that was cut in 1984 and the trees are still nowhere near the size of the forest around them.
I stopped for a mid morning snack which I shared with the store’s dog. I’m not sure she was crazy about the nacho cheese Duritos I gave here.
The store owner and a customer were chatting about wild life in the area. Cougars, bears, wolves, and coyotes. Suddenly I am less than enthusiastic about camping.
I stopped in Elma for lunch. When I walked outside, I found that the wind was now at my back and the roads were level.
Looming over the town were two cooling towers from a nuclear power plant. The plant was never completed. It’s now an office park for several businesses including cannibis production.
The next 34 miles were easy. Along the way, I passed the 4,000 mile point of the tour.
As I waited at a traffic light entering Centralia, a woman lean out her car window and said that I had good form. Sadly I didn’t have a witty comeback.
I suppose it’s easy to look good with a tailwind pushing you on level ground.
I am told that I am getting close to Mt. Saint Helens.
Tour miles: 4,027.5