Shelton to Westport- 78miles

After a deeper sleep, we were ready for breakfast chez Steve and Geoff. A welcome return to normal breakfast portions!

The mood was bouyant as we set off and the air fresh (for about five minutes), then roasty toasty again.

This morning was 'dog morning' as there were a few excitable hounds out and about on the roads. With orange Mike around to attract them like bees to a vibrant flower there were no worries.

At the first coffee stop it was again really striking the lengths that the locals go to, to be friendly and to get things right for you. On ordering a cappuccino you get 4 choices: number of shots, milk type, size and something else I didnt understand so just agreed to.

The roads were quiet and it's great to be able to cycle along next to each other for some chitchat amongst the tall pines.

A short stretch of Highway 101, which couldn't sound more american if it tried and then we were at Aberdeen. Not so american sounding!

We detoured a bit to see a local bike shop and encountered two ladies who were in charge of planning cycling for the town (funnily enough!) and were full of tips for our return to the main route.

It meant we could evade a few cars, which (like the average bottom here) are slightly wider than at home.

Drivers have been very courteous so far and we've had quite a few random waves and 'have a nice day's! Which prior to 48hours ago I found mega-cheesy, but am now rather liking for it's downright friendliness. 

As we zipped along Highway 105 towards the coast, the wafts of fishy salty air pulling us closer, we started to see more tsunami evacuation signs. Pedal for the hills!!

We didn't see any suspicious hitchhikers either, despite the warning-

10miles from Westport we got our first view of the Pacific.

Then in a few strokes of the pedals we were at our destination, right on the waterfront. And the smiley faces of our leaders to greet us:

A quick change of attire and we were over the rocks, one of us braver than the other to get further in the absolutely bloody freezing ocean!!

My poor foot with the lumpy bone bit was very grateful for the icy bath and it's rather ace to know we'll have this post-exercise recovery freshness available for the next month. As well as the fishy contents for supper :-)