It rains a lot in Washington.. it's not just a stereotype. It really does. The good thing is that Washington seems very bike-friendly, there are so many cyclists doing the Pacific Coast trip that it is very well set up. They have hiker-biker campsites (usually cheaper but more primitive.. just like us!), and bike warning signs (`beware cyclists`) and at one point, on the narrow road around Lake Crescent we could press a button and get some orange lights to flash and warn cars that we were on the road!
Everyone we met in Washington was very friendly and hospitable. One misty evening we cycled into a campsite feeling pretty chilly and wishing we had a campfire (the first time we have wanted one all trip). Jules is pretty tough most of the time, but one thing she cannot handle is the cold. The first time the temperature dropped (probably only to about 10oC) she declared she was getting frostbite in her fingers and acted like she was on death's door until I got her bundled up in extra clothes and a sleeping bag. Anyway, on this chilly (ish) night in camp Jules was doing the thing that she does when she is very cold, and which causes me endless embarrassment. She tries to warm up her extremities by waving her arms around in the air and slapping her hands against her body at high speed. So here Jules was flailing her arms around and moaning and our next-door neighbours wandered up with some firewood and started a fire for us! If it was me next door I would have packed up and moved to the next campsite (which I was considering doing anyway) but here they were bringing us wood and starting us a fire. We ended up chatting with Glenn and his wife for ages, who gave us lots of insights for our trip down the coast.