I write to you from under our car-side awning as the rain persists without ceasing. We've consulted all the radars and concluded that indeed, the Pacific North West is just as rainy as everyone says it is. Though our bones are chilled, our spirits remain hopeful. Mostly because hope is our only real option at this point.
Setting up the awning
Since I last wrote we have acquired the third member of our trio, Rebekah, and after a dicey interaction with the man in charge of assembling her bike (Azul) we were on our way. Our first night of camping went without incident, and we were graced by a herd of elk walking through our camp in the morning. Since then, the rain has been our constant companion.
The good news is we knew this was a likely scenario, the bad news is that I don't have a lot of pants. We do have our own personal chef (Mary), and she's been hard at work making hot meals to warm our souls. Yesterday we did a "test" ride to give Rebekah a little time riding on an actual bike. Fortunately we are both good with God, because we thought we'd almost met Him. The rain was brutal, and we quickly decided if it's raining this hard we may have to pivot our starting point. Thanks Washington!
we're cute
There you have it, we're wet and cold and living our best lives. It's an excellent reminder that the world doesn't bend to our plans. And that's fine, I like the world, even the annoying things it has to offer.
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