The sunrise was beautiful, but about as good as it was going to get for us on our final day in Washington. Our situation was this: a stolen phone, stolen ipod, and five flat tires, all before we left the campground parking lot. Though the culprit of the theft was unclear- the two items were snatched from the bathroom where they were charging- the flats were the fault of a certain brier bush called goatheads. We fixed the flats and looked warily at our small stash of spare tubes. We were also running low on cash. It turns out that Visa wasn't everywhere we wanted to be and we'd encountered two broken atms. Then came the wind, which grew worse as the day wore on, eventually holding our speed to around 5 mph. At that point you feel you could be walking the route faster. To sum up, diminishing cash, diminishing parts, diminishing energy, and diminishing spirits. We threw in the towel around 5pm after being blown into the guard rail for the third time. Oh, and Adam had a flat. It took all our remaining energy to put on bright smiles at an exit and quickly score a ride into Portland, but we were picked up pretty quickly. Not exactly a triumphal entry, but friends with couches were waiting in the city.
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