It was a wee 8000km ride from Astoria to Cavendish. We rode over mountains, along the flat, through 40 degC heat and in the snow & frost. The coffee was bad, our food was worse, but the people were all...well okay, most of them were lovely. I put butt cream on every day, didn't shower a lot and consumed enormous amounts of Root Beer.
The crazy thing is, not only do I want to tell you about it, I want you to pay me to write the story and as a token of thanks, I will try neglect to explain why a 'Porta Potty' is the number one priority when searching for a campsite.
Saddle up, clip in and ride with me.