Eastern Washington was windy, dry and filled with tugs of home. We did get a sailor's delight of a sunset.
I guess the sailor's delight part is about a good wind to sail on, because that's what we got the next day. People left the campsite in droves, and we racked the bikes for the day. In the middle of the state, we found deserted homesteads, less than two generations old.
Washington's central basin is the home of both beer and wine raw materials: wheat, grapes, and hops.
One more mountain pass to go - Chinook, which gives its name to deadly downslope winds.
Crossing the Narrows bridge brought us home at last.