The day, the day I start cycling across North America, gets off to a very good start with homemade (by Sharon) blueberry pancakes with lashings of maple syrup. Oh yum! Such perfect cycling food. And then Kendall and I leave to make the long journey to Ozette and Cape Alava, the most North Westerly point on the USA mainland.
Cape Flattery 45 miles says the big road sign Most NW point.
Eh Kendall, can we go to Cape Flattery instead?
I curse the Wikipedia.
And what a magnificent place Cape Flattery is. A rocky outcrop at the corner of the Pacific Ocean and the Straits of Juan De Fuca. It’s all crashing waves, howling gales, swooping cormorants and zooming speed boats dodging the rocks.
And then I’m off. Well not quite yet. Not until I chat to some fun school kids and tell them about my trip (their teacher cycled across America too).
And then I’m off. Well not quite yet. Not until me and the school kids get our photo taken together.
And then I’m off. Well not quite yet. We gotta get this other biker in the photo too.
And then I’m off. I really am. This time.
As Kendall passes me in the car with a wave and a smile I realise This is it. I’ve started … oh maybe I could just flag down Kendall and jump back in the car. But too late, it’s disappeared round the corner and I am alone and will just have to get on with it.
So, I bale out precisely 15.3 kms later in Neah Bay. Well, it’s already late and I don’t want to miss going to the Makah Nation museum (which was fab) and eh …. I saw a sign for Pat’s Place and it mentioned pie. The Cape Motel and RV park campground owner confirms that Pat makes very fine pies. And she does! I had an outstanding slice of bramble pie (blackberry to youse non-Scots). So Pat is the winner of The First Slice of Pie of The Trip. (Sharon’s pie, equally good as Pat’s, was pre-trip training pie).