Today was planned as a short day to Olympia. This would give me some time to hang out in town, since all of Saturday would be spent doing comics festival stuff. I bid adieu to my Centralia host around 9:30 am and hit the high road.
I’ve biked between the two cities before, but this time I tried a new route, one that stayed on the west side of I-5. The first 6 miles was serviceable but underwhelming, the neither urban nor rural strip of construction companies, auto shops, etc. After that, things turned decidedly rural.
But things didn’t necessarily improve. It was a steady, heavy mist for most of the morning. And while I was on rural roads, several sections were sketchy: narrow, winding, fast traffic. Things improved after I hit the “town” of Littlerock, as the road had an ample shoulder.
And in this ample shoulder my front tire hit a staple. The first (and hopefully ONLY) flat of the tour. On the bright side (literally): the rain stopped and the sun peeked its way through the clouds.
|Washington State Capitol|
After this the landscape switched to suburban. And before I knew it, I was in Olympia proper! On the way to my host’s house I stopped at a pizzeria and got recognized! The woman working there was at my Dead Freeways talk for the Dill Pickle Club in May. Small world. And also in the small world category, I saw someone at the pizzeria that falls in my “don’t ever want to see” list. The yin and yang of Olympia, I guess.
I got to my host’s house, cleaned up, and then headed back into town for beer and food at Le Voyeur, my favorite place to eat in town.
|Olympic Mountains loom in the distance|
12.6 mph average speed
Saddle time 2:32