Right now PeterB and I are hunkered down in a seedy motel, Captain John's Motel, in Charleston, Oregon after riding through the rain this afternoon. I've hung some lines in the room. Tents, sleeping bags, clothes are hung everywhere to air out overnight. It doesn't smell too good. We're about 60 miles south of Florence, so we have to make a break for it tomorrow rain or shine so I can get the mail drop before the post office closes for the weekend.
Bad news: the camera died the other day, so there won't be any pictures a new camera is secured. If anyone has any recommendations regarding a relatively cheap, quality point-and-shoot, they would be recommended.
PeterB and I have been playing leapfrog with two guys and a girl for the past four days. They're headed to Seattle, and then one of the guys is riding east through southern Canada. It's been nice getting to know them. I sat around a fire with them last night, had a few drinks, and ate some of their hippie food. The differences between Midwestern and West Coast sensibilities are subtle but marked, and it made for a lot slight disconnects.
But for now, I'm going to take a shower and hope everything is dried out in the morning. Awesome.
1 comment:
Glad to hear that you're settling into your trek now. I love the blog posts. Keep them up.
By the way, I was doing the "hills" program on the bike at the gym the other day and thought of you. After about 30 minutes, I gave up and determined that I'm lazy.
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