Luck was not in my favor again and I had another hard day. This time for time and endurance reasons. Something was off today, perhaps I slept too little, did not eat enough, or made my coffee too weak. Every pedal stroke was slow, simple hills felt hard, and I felt the seconds crawl by. In retrospect I think I had a headwind the entire way.

This section of the route was sparsely populated. I was passing through the Quinalt Nation Indian Reservation. I am sad to say that I know little about the Quinalt & Queet people, currently it seems that the massive reservation is primarily a wildlife refuge and a logging operation. I saw few homes and even fewer cars.

Today was one of those days which I might forget by the end of this trip. I only pedaled, didn't stop much, and tried to zone out the pain and exhaustion. Aberdeen is an interesting place, I took a hotel here tonight to do some laundry, properly clean my cycling clothes, and go for a morale boost (funny what Best Western hot tub and a bag of fast food can do for you).

I will say that this is town is definitely dying, it feels forgotten, much is falling apart and the business I went to in the evening were all suspicious of someone coming on foot - it reminded me of middle america, it's quite sad and I wish there was some relief for the people living here.

Hopefully tomorrow is the gateway to better riding. I should arrive in Astoria, Oregon and am excited to camp at Fort Stevens. The day after that my friend Craig will drive out from Portland to ride with me a bit down the coast.. that is assuming I make it that far. From there on the Oregon coast should be pleasant, maybe foggy, but have nicer accommodations.

I am going to sort out out what is wrong with my bicycle fit, handle bars, so I can prevent the neck pain from happening again.