When we had borded the ferry to Port Townsend a couple of days before, we had expected the skies to clear up. The forecast said so! (Ya don’t even go there.) So we ended up riding the last five miles to our first night accommodation in Forks WA, in the rain. The reason why we chose to return to Forks (read about our first ill-fated encounter with Forks here) was that it was a half-way point between our place and our July 4th destination. The weather was supposed to be nice! We were going to take our time and explore the beaches and stuff on the way! You know what happens with us and those bloody “best laid plans”. So, as I said, we spent our first soggy evening of our trip, in Forks.
This time I had made reservations at The Pacific Inn Motel as we wanted to avoid a repeat of what happened last year. When we rolled in, the first thing the kind lady behind the desk did, was grab us a couple of rags so we could dry our faces. She changed our room to a ground floor so we could park the bikes right outside and after we were all checked in, handed us another stack of clean rags so we could dry our bikes off in the morning. All without me having to ask for any of it! The rooms are spotless, newly renovated, relatively inexpensive and definitely biker friendly. If you are a Twilight fan, you can stay in one of their Twilight themed rooms. (That option is making me nauseous just thinking about it.) The big plus for me was the motel even has free wi-fi. A rarity, in our experience, in the US. My pet peeve is that I have this lovely smart phone with GPS and all sorts of bells and whistles but it’s not smart enough to not cost me a fortune in the US. Sorry, I guess that was a bit of a rant.
There are several restaurant options within walking distance all offering the standard small-town fare. We went to the one closest to the hotel and can’t really say it was good or bad. Just average. So now it was about 7:00 and we wanted to find a grocery store to pick up some water and snacks before going back to the hotel for a hot shower. But, in typical small town fashion, the streets had practically been rolled up. The only thing that was open was the gas station, two or three blocks away, on the north end of town. So we bought a ridiculous amount of junk food and walked back to the hotel.
The next morning as we prepared to depart in a downpour, the lovely cleaning ladies gave me a couple of big plastic bags to wrap my stuff in (my saddlebags aren’t water tight and I hadn’t expected it to be that wet!) and offered to leave our room to the very last so we could wait out the storm, past our check out time if needed. Like I said, very biker friendly. But a quick check of the weather confirmed that the rain wasn’t going to let up any time soon. So we thanked them for their kindness, and set off down the road. We rode past all those lovely beaches that looked so lovely because of the sun but looked pretty dismal in the rain. Past a couple of enticing signs to places unseen I had noticed on the last trip but because of impending pitch-blackness, had to pass up. (Maybe we are ment to do this part of the Olympic Peninsula in, god forbid, a car??) So when we finally arrived, out of the teeth of a torrential downpour, a broken/repaired saddlebag bracket and really cold fingers, we were more than ready for the blue skies of Ocean Shores Washington.
Stay tuned for our next installment, July 4th.
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