25 August - 4 miles west of Stevens Pass, WA

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a great deal of idiocy. It is far too easy to be stupid in this universe. Somehow I suppose I have always had a secret suspicion that something would reach out and stop me from doing something truly dumb. This is not the case. People still marry, employees at the bike store still sell equipment to the likes of me, and highway 2 does not rearrange itself into loops for those who think it is an acceptable bike route across the country.

On the other hand I suspect God is very kind to the stupid. I have not been rained on, the road was gentle until the last twelve miles or so, and I found a little meadow to camp in that saved me the trouble and pain of climbing another 1200 feet tonight. Right now I am sitting on a pile of granite rocks that someone has left here.

Reality is not very conducive to writing, or even thinking. There is too much to look at.

Little fluffy clouds are sailing by; they look like they are only a thousand feet or less away, a flotilla of ships going to war. The sun seems to kill most of them.

I have some things I would like to say but can’t, at least yet.

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