To start the day off I had the prospect of the biggest climb of the trip, to 2000ft, which isn't ideal before having some time to warm up. I decided to go to the next town which was just a mile down the road for breakfast only to find that it was closed so I was faced with adding another 2 miles onto my day by backtracking to the shop beside the campground or taking on the climb on an empty stomach with the knowledge that the next store was 28 miles down the road. I probably stupidly chose the latter but the pints from last night must have kept me going because I didn't feel the hunger for another few hours. The hill was slow going but the 10 miles of downhill from the top were a lot of fun and then brought me to the bottom of another, 600ft hill, which actually ended up being a whole lot tougher as it was much steeper. At the bottom of this hill I reached the coast to a complete change of scenery, scorched grasslands, roads winding down and up into small bays with really tight hairpin turns and the wind at my back for the first time since probably northern Washington. When I got to the tiny town of Westport I was relieved to find that the only store in town also had Wi-Fi, I'd had no phone coverage or WiFi access for 24 hours so it was good to tell people that I was still alive. There was a guy from Greece at the campsite who told me that there's another Irish guy doing the same trip just a little behind so it'll be interesting to see if I bump into him over the next few days. Checked out some really cool tide pools beside the campground and there were also supposed to be seals that live there but it seemed as though they weren't home.
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