Columbia River (2)

This was a nightmare day of hot and dry 40+ mph winds, getting lost, tough gravel climbs, pushing the bicycle, tumbleweeds in the spokes, crossing over the wrong bridge (possibly the sketchiest 10 minutes of my life), and then even bigger climbs up switchbacks without much shoulder. Every time a big truck passed, I had to fight to avoid either getting sucked under the truck or blown over the guard rail. I began the day at 5:45 am after a poor night's sleep, and didn't finish riding until long after dark.

All I can find from my travels here are a few photos, a brief field recording, and the following journal entry:

Maryhill

No sign of milkweed

Windy as fuck

Short field recording

Big climb

--Caracol