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<p>Leaving the Dalles, I had a heck of a time getting out, and once I got to the
road I was planning to take, I was opposed (for the first time) by a sign
explicitly banning bicycles. The signs were too large, obvious, and numerous to
claim ignorance. And they forced me down a much more dangerous and miserable
road. So, the Dalles were the pits, beginning, middle, and end.</p>
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<p>But coming into Madison, I caught a lovely free ferry with another biker and
enjoyed the hills, which I had not had the pleasure of for at least a few flat
states. Wisconsin looks quite reminiscent of Washington.</p>
<p>I stayed for a day at the hostel sharing a room with a nut named Charlie who
was convinced his father was the Buddha. I thoroughly enjoyed State St. in
downtown Madison. This is a place I'd like to live.</p>