Day 1

Trying to catch a ferry is never relaxing - and we had to catch 2. On the side of those lululemon bags (that we all shamelessly carry and promote lulu products whether we want to or not) it says scare yourself every day....well....I scared myself enough to last a few years (Lee). It was a beautiful day and I don't even remember the scenery.
Scare#1: getting off the ferry with semis beside us made us feel very small, but we managed to get out an on the Lochside trail (that takes you from Swartz Bay to Victoria)...which was very poorly signed.


(Lee) It felt like we were in a spaghetti western where the baddies purposefully move to signs to mislead the goodies. As a result, we went 38km instead of 32 to get to the Blackball Ferry terminal.
Challenge #1: Trying to get the fully loaded BOB through customs. (FYI a BOB is trailer designed specially for bikes). Up the ramp, into the building, through customs, around 2 tight corners, onto the ferry and into the bike rack. Sadly it was at the end at the end the destination that the whole thing keeled over (handle bar gauge # 1).
We thought we looked pretty spiffy, but perhaps we really looked like gypsies because an American walked up and asked us if we had the 'funds' to get to the border (Lee blames it on Merryl's purple bike shorts).
Arrived in Port Angeles, got through customs (again..BOB maneuverability an issue) at about 6pm. Intentions were to get to Quilcene, but realized this was futile, so we decided to cycle to Sequim State Park. We fell 10km short of that and landed (woops!) in a Quality Inn as the sun was setting.

An industrial staple in Merryl's back tire and another wrong turn were the reasons for our shortcomings. We want to thank the lady who ferried messages between Lee (2km ahead) and greasemonkey Merryl stuck on Hwy 101 changing said flat.
Here ends Day 1.