! I actually noticed it yesterday but today when I got up there were times I couldn't see the turns in the road. I was not only coughing up a lung as I left that morning but I was considerably worried as I travelled along and it seem to be getting worse. I passed 2 sheriff patrol trucks that morning, they would stop a lone biker if he was headed into a blazing forest fire wouldn't they? By the time I got to Prospect, OR I finally found out that the fires were all well west of there and it wast just west winds causing all of the smokiness.
Did I mention that hills are pussies? My day started out with 8 of them ganging up on me as I travelled toward Crater Lake. They almost had me too with all of the smoke they kept blowing in my face as I panted up their slopes, but in the end they fell as they always do. Don't get me wrong just because hills are pretentious little bitches doesn't mean that they can't do some damage and today those 8 little bastards with their smoky hills left a mark on me.
I climbed 3/4 of the way up to the summit of Crater Lake today to be greeted by lines waiting to get camping spots at Manama Village CG. I was so tired I just figured I drag my bike in the woods and bushwhack, if I couldn't get a spot. That's when I acquired a benefactor, Wyatt "Earp" Rikkenbacher. Wyat is a 60 something BMW motorcycle traveller and he offered to share a site with me
. It worked out great, because later that evening after the "no vacancy" sign was put out I was called by name "Cash" as I passed by the Camp Store on "Betty". It turns out some other Bicycle Tourist recognized me and "Betty" from the Bike/Hiker camp site at Burney Falls SP. Touring by bicycle is a small world. Justin, Ben and Matt, are all heading towards Bend, OR and then to turn northeast and head for Glacier NP, just like me. They had been "dogging" my tracks for days all the way from Folsom, as they had started 2 days earlier in SF. So after consulting with "my benefactor" they stayed with us too. It was a great evening sharing stories of our travels and finding out that Wyatt had travelled all over from Alaska to Peru all by motorcycle since the 70's. We shared some beers "thank you Justin" and some great stories.
Thoughts while riding: Trees are big and I am small. Trees are old and I just feel old. Trees exude a sense of wisdom, and most times I do not. It's not surprising that the Druids thought that old forests held power. Thank you God for your grace and blessing on this this small, old, idiot.
Ride Time:6:30 Real Time:8:00
Vertical Feet: 5200 ft.
Well last night I stayed at Willow Lake County Park. A beautiful place unfortunately this weekend it was filled to the gills with drunken yahoos and their many dogs. Don't get me wrong I like mixing with all different types of folks, but I get a little cranky after a long hard day of pedaling. Hey, who doesn't? Well my "neighbors" in the park had more and more friends show up the later it got, and everybody had to have a drink. They were not all bad, Chris left me some grilled fish when I went for a shower. He thought the "skinny" biker need something besides noodles for dinner. See not all drunken yahoos are bad, hell I've been a drunken yahoo on occasion. That's why when I camp I always bring ear plugs! Thanks for snoring all those years ago on the Cycle Oregon trip Glen! Since then I never leave home without them. So I got some sleep that night at least but when I woke up in the morning there was packs of smoked cigarettes all around my hammock. Well not "literally" but it felt like I had been force fed a carton of cigarettes, because Oregon is on fire