Vancouver to Bay View / by Lisa

The first two days of riding are done - about 110 miles so far and plenty of hills. We’re currently laying in our tent in Bay View State Park, probably falling asleep before the sun even sets. We spent yesterday riding out of Vancouver and through southern suburbs to the US/Canada border. 

 Our lovely Airbnb hosts in Vancouver took this picture - and lent us their personal bike workshop space for last minute repairs.

Our lovely Airbnb hosts in Vancouver took this picture - and lent us their personal bike workshop space for last minute repairs.

 South of Vancouver, hot and hungry, we stumbled on this farm stand...   

South of Vancouver, hot and hungry, we stumbled on this farm stand...

 

  ...and ate these strawberries.

 ...and ate these strawberries.

 

We ended day one at Birch Bay State Park, just across the border in Washington.

 Biking up to the border. 

Biking up to the border. 

 Fateful Chinese takeout in Birch Bay.

Fateful Chinese takeout in Birch Bay.

 Incredible sunset to round out the day.

Incredible sunset to round out the day.

Day two we biked about 50 miles, through Bellingham and over Chuckanut Mountain, landing in Bay View. 

 Carbs forever. 

Carbs forever. 

 The view from Chuckanut Scenic Drive.

The view from Chuckanut Scenic Drive.

 Sunseting at Bay View State Park. 

Sunseting at Bay View State Park. 

There are too many highlights to remember already from these two days, but we have met so many kind people that want to chat with us about what we’re doing and where we’re going. A man on a scooter pulled off the road to tell us about a good bakery. A construction worker on the street let us squeeze through a closed street while she kept the traffic stopped. Dozens of people have waved and smiled. A youth screamed to his friends, THAT GUY HAS A GOPRO!

The hills have felt pretty rough so far, and they’ll get worse—but we’ll get stronger! We’re both pretty sunburned and sore. But laying in our tent right now, under pine trees, listening to birds, smelling the ocean, housing an entire sleeve of Oreos without consequence, life feels pretty good.