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Day 12: Eugene to Florence
In a bit of a "Groundhog Day" moment, I set out from Eugene again, with a different route out of the city and a very similar route after that.
Up the NW Expressway, out on Clear Lake Rd, I went back out near Kirk Park, where I picked up Tonto's case from Ray. He lives at the top of a crazy steep hill, which I hiked up to find that he had called me offering to meet ne at the bottom. The view was worth the hike, but in my tired state I neglected to get a picture. Let's just say that Ray and Cathy have a beautiful house with a commanding view of the lake.
Ray's account of where Cathy and the dog found the phone left more questions than answers, but I'm just happy that Tonto is back by my side, happily esconced on his case.
The pedals cranked for another 20 miles where I stopped to return Sandy's cell phone. I told the story to Sandy and Gerry, thanked them for their help, and snapped a picture with their bees:
Headed down 126, which was nicer than people had said. Passed through a tunnel that had a warning light for cyclists:
It was downhill through the tunnel, so I flew through at 30+ mph. It was pretty good rolling from there, and I got to Mapleton pretty quickly. It was jaw-droppingly beautiful, but I don't think the camera did it justice:
Kept on cranking, and made the next 20 miles or so into Florence. I got some supplies at Safeway, then set out for Honeyman State Park. It was a nice campground, with good accommodations for hiker/bikers. I met a Kiwi named Scott who was headed east on 126 the next day. I gave him some tips on the ride that way and he shared some knowledge about the route south.
I got a hot shower and bought some wood from the rangers, but when I got back to camp all the bikers had gone to sleep. I made a fire and sent some tweets with the tenuous connection I had. The wind was howling over the tops of the trees, but the campground was pretty still.
71 miles covered today. The road has started to get to me a bit. I named my bike Silver and my phone Tonto. I also started talking to Wilson while I sat around the fire. More on the loneliness of the road tomorrow.
:: Keith 23:32 [link] :: ::
