Woke up to find our campsite soaked with dew. Hit the road for what promised to be an easier day of riding. Brett, as usual, was miles ahead of the rest of us. Unfortunately for him, we rode by a giant casino, realized a giant buffet may be within and turned around. There was indeed a giant buffet, and the three of us ate until we could no longer move. After a short digestion period, we hit the road again. We exchanged a few txt messages with Brett and determined he had ridden ten miles off course, again.
Today's ride had two big climbs. Riding a fully loaded touring rig is a completely different experience. Brett has been riding off in front of us, rather than waiting up. He checks the map, then takes off. Today he made two wrong turns and ended up off-route. He eventually met up with us, but put in some extra miles in the process.
Day four found us up at five a.m. and ready to ride. Brett is super quick, all the previous riding and lack of gear make a big difference. Managed to drop my GPS while riding down a hill. The unit met concrete at 25 mph and tumbled. It looked to be working immediately afterwards, but has since stopped receiving a signal. Brett managed to ride about 30 miles with his front skewer loose. Major potential for diaster with that mistake.
Woke up to a dew-covered campground. Quickly discovered giant mosquitos buzzing around everywhere. Managed to tear down camp in a reasonable amount of time and began walking the five miles or so back to a bus stop to Astoria. Cam and I had rolling luggage, making things a bit easier. Brett was forced to carry his multiple backpacks, and Sean tied a belt to his suitcase and dragged it along the road. We attempted to hitch a ride, but no dice. I'm sure we were quite a sight, walking along the road will all our luggage.