
(Allison is a professional diorama picture taker or as most people would call it a diorama photographer. I think we are soulmates.)
We went to Port Townsend this weekend.
50 miles up north and ferry rides.
Then 50 miles back; a ride fueled by rage and chest beating desire to bathe.
Overall, I gave the trip an 8 out of 91.
I could dissect the 8s if you were really interested but SRSLY I refuse to deny the epic force that was The Coast.
Im a tough grader. Its what I do.
However, riding over the Hood Canal was totally radical.
I slowed down to stay behind, NOT because Im the slowest, but to watch everyone ride down the bridge.

Needless to say, I had the last laugh.
I mean. I had an "I live here" moment.
So here I am riding to Port Townsend, WA. (thanks Joel for the phyoto)

There were lots of hills.

Arianna and I laid in the middle of the road one night and we saw a shooting star that lasted a good 5 seconds.

And Travis and I walked back to the camp through a dark and quiet valley during that mysterious hour when differentiating time is so spooky it could have been a pacific northwest 9pm or a most eerie midwestern 4.55am.

I picked up a flattened snake. Its belly was completely iridescent and totally mesmerizing.

Then later these assholes decided to show up.

Then the next day, I was practicing my skidding skillz only to later turn a corner too quickly onto a very choppy gravel road.
I cant decide if it was a low or high side.
Either side, I came out with a hole in my knee and a scraped up arm.
The scrape went over another wound, my Raiders of the Lost Ark scar that I just got a few days ago, where with Travis Tales' direction, I dove under my closing garage door in order to save my keys.
Poo and pee scar no more.
Now its just raw and will probably look a lot cooler than my other first crash.
MOPED CRASH : 1

BIKE CRASH : 1

What wonderous badassery will Otto bring me with a 70cc kit?
What skirt will I be wearing?
What time will it be?
Will I have all my teeth?
Ok now Im scared.
Ive always been afraid of losing my teeth.
But I know who will always be with me.
That silver jewel of a cry ball.

AND IN MORE EXCITING NEWS....

The chamber of secrets? Don't let your mother see this!
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