We got a bit of a late start out of Sherman Pass, but it turned out to be a glorious morning. The sun broke through the clouds and offered a magical backlight to the towering evergreens.
We roll through the towns of Cusick and Usk. Now they may be the nicest towns in the world, but judging a book by its cover, they looked like sad, sad places. Most of the windows were boarded, and there was lot after lot of trailer park spaces vacant and for sale.
Something about those towns gave us the willies in a pretty serious way (no offense willie). But, when clouds started to gather and rain started to come down, and we realized it was 20+ miles to the next campsite, we pitched our tent in a campground just outside of town, feeling a little nervous, and hiding our campsite as best as we could.
We sleep like slightly scared logs.
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