Had to get a ferry first thing this morning to a small historic town called Port Townsend. Switched on the radio first thing in the morning to be told that the next sailing was canceled and it was looking like a 2 hour wait. Turned out to be wrong info but as the ferry was just a 30 second walk from my campsite it was all good. Chatted to a guy on the ferry who was doing the east and west coasts, we were going different ways from the ferry however so said goodbye, we may meet up again on the coast. It was a fairly boring day so I didn't take many photos, and was feeling pretty burnt out when I reached the bottom of mount Walker, the first proper climb of the trip. Had a big meal and lots of water and a while later took on the climb, finding it much easier than expected. For some reason the much smaller rolling hills seemed to be doing me more damage. The descent for 4 miles was pretty fun but a little scary in parts, with loads of snakes littering the shoulder, mostly squished. It's really the middle of nowhere now, with any town marked on the map usually having no more than a petrol station with a shop. Ended up camping with another cyclist who's path I crossed several times during the day as once of us would be taking a break, I'm expecting this to become more common one I get to the coast. Still looking for alcohol to use with my stove and an American Sim card but it looks like the wait could go on another day or 2 before getting back to civilization. Still debating in my head whether to do another 40 mile day tomorrow or push on and do 70, as according to my guide there's not much to see. Will have to see how much the legs allow.
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