Today was meant to be an easy day after yesterday's 80 mile run. It didn't quite work out like that unfortunately - basically the end of the ride met up with a fully booked campsite and for the first time in our transam cycling we were turned away from a campground! We set of around 9am Pacific Time and made a rapid journey to Sandpoint - seems a pleasant and livable place - the road is fast enough and there's a decent shoulder too. Getting into Sandpoint used a winding bike route through lush parkland but surrounded by dual carriageways. Before this we had been held up by an enormous goods train - perhaps a mile long. And a Walmart turned up which meant a longer stop to buy lunch. If only Walmart did camping... At Sandpoint we posted some cards and I swam at the beach - which is a proper sandy beach as the town's name indicates. We were a bit slow getting out of Sandpoint though we were helped by a cyclist out with family who said 'I only ride trails, the roads scare me' - familiar stuff and indeed one reason for using our maps is for us to gain from their choice of quieter roads. Out on the road we rarely see a cyclist, they are usually an urban phenomenon. It's the same as the UK but a bit worse - even larger vehicles, longer distances between settlements and fewer well paved country lanes - and a 70mph limit seems common, and too fast. We pushed on via the 2 until we reached Dufort Road then about 24 miles of pleasant increasingly quiet cycling until we reached Oldtown and Newport. The Old American RV resort (resort is not a good word) said $75 to camp so we tried the Albeni Cove but it's a small campground and did not have the sensible hiker/biker area - foolish! So it was the first site ever that has failed to accommodate us in our transams - eternal shame now is yours, create a hiker/biker area to be redeemed from your ignominy (one camper said we could share his site but it looked like he needed the space for canoe, bike, etc, so we didn't take him up, maybe we should have). We pushed on down the road to the Forestry Service Pioneer Park Campground and it was almost empty.... This also meant we crossed the line into Washington State, huzzay our last state! But the lack of showers and electric and flush toilets are the clue, no hookups for electric, etc, so far less popular. The camping bits of the US government should always accommodate hiker / biker on a shared bit of turf, no car parking, no hard standing, no electric, just a water tap. There are never so many as to be a problem, America just doesn't want to propel itself (foot or bike)... There are bear boxes for food storage and our bear spray is at the ready - though most bears are not looking for any confrontation - my mental image is a rather shy black bear that's hungry and doesn't need anything more than not leaving food around to encourage it to return to berries, roots, etc, and not cookies and sugary breakfast cereals. We did hear the crunching of twigs a little way off at 1am but it was probably a deer.... The photo is the seemingly endless train in front of an impressed cyclist. We are here.