#adnventure

Yesterday, my two best friends and I, whom I've taken to calling my Brothers in Adventure, walked a grand total of 24 miles via the railroad tracks spanning Western Washington, South to North. we started in Woodinville and landed smack dab in the middle of the Industrial capital of Snohomish county. Needless to say, we're all a little sore.

The adventure started at approximately 0800, near Costco in Woodinville. We set out walking and did what we commonly do: Chatted, discussed, and thought deeply. I revealed my contradicting situation about my liking a girl, and we discussed the things guys usually do: Girls, Guns, Games, and even talked at length about the potentially impending outbreak of the Z-Virus. That's right: Zombies. Pretty dorky. After a few hours, we partook in some "relaxing activities," which made the raw purity of the surrounding woods all the more majestic. It also made us incredibly hungry, but that also could have been due to the fact that none of us had eaten all day. By about 11:30, we reached a small gas station, and stopped for ice tea. Only about an hour later, we reached the bridge which we've all taken to calling Cowdick Crossing, on account of it was in the middle of "Cowdick Country." This is where Tim and I stopped last time, and we were hellbent on getting past it.

The crossing itself consisted of a railway bridge, with railroad ties spanned about 6-8 inches apart. it was very dangerous, as the bridge was 8 or 9 feet about the ground, and there was even a small river underneath. Not only that, but it had been raining, and the ties were covered in now slick, wet black moss. After about ten minutes of paranoia and tension, we made it across. It was probably the most relieved we had ever felt. We faced 4 more bridges similar, but they paled in comparison to Cowdick  Crossing.