We awoke to wet grass in Belt’s only public park. (Belt is the little town off route 200 we stayed in on the 8th) Although the park was listed as a campsite, a hidden sprinkler system kept us on our toes. We ate breakfast, and got on a suspiciously nice gravel road. Pretty soon, we were climbing ridiculous grades (16%) and wondering when it would all end. This went on until noon, at which point the gravel turned to pavement and we rolled into Geyser. We ate and got cold drinks at a feed store, then got back onto route 200 for a long afternoon of riding. The evening’s campsite was luxurious; it had showers, laundry, and more annoying sprinklers.
Quick hits:
-Buzzed by a helicopter on rt 200
-Spoke with Air Force soldiers practicing convoys outside campsite
-The campsite is essentially inside a giant truck stop
-A nice woman covered our grocery shopping (in Stanford)
by henry holtzman