Day 2 - June 20, 2011

6 am made an early morning at Kitsap Memorial State Park, leaving at 10 made for a late start on the bike. Riding along highway 20 we found a nice bike path that led us into the port of Port Townsend. While passing sail boat upon sail boat, a ladie on a bike preached of an amazing fish sandwich food cart in the center of town. After pedaling for a few hours we couldnt resist. Freshly caught grilled salmon between ciabatta smuthered in a homemade tarter sauce with loads of delicious green could not of made a better lunch. Wondering futher into town we found a small cafe right on the bay. Enjoying coffee and not pedaling, we blogged for about 3 hours. Deciding we should move on we boarded the ferry that would take us to fort casey.

Arriving at fort casey with two hours of daylight left. We decidied to make the day a little bit shorter and camped at Fort Ebey. Picking up supplies for dinner we asked a couple of locals for their opinion of the best route to the campsite. 5 miles later we had made our first group rule "NEVER LISTEN TO LOCALS". The route was a bike path that started out following the highway on a nice paved path. It soon turned into a dirt path, which furthermore turned into a root infested dirt trail. Which furthermore lead to a paved road that we were all happy to see untill it turned into a 12% grade for half a mile, with no lead in to the campsite. Turning around and catching the trail it once agian got worse, we had dismount and push our bikes up the trail.

Turning around and catching the trail it once agian got worse, we had dismount and push our bikes up the trail. As the trails got harder and steeper, the cursing and loss of hope got stronger. Hank's God parents were very right in saying "you can't have an adventure with out discomfort". We finally got to the campsite with the sun at its last breath. After setting up camp we started to expolore the campsite. We found a an old military bunker hidden in the mountain which was occupied in 1942. Going in we found long hallways with small rooms and 3 inch thick doors. Further and further we ventured in and the creepier it got. We passed locked doors with caution tape surronding them, and more "solitary confiment rooms". Exiting on the other side of the hill we called it quits and fell into a deep sleep quickly