At least I was wrapped in a warm blanket.
I got a sinus infection (somehow!) and have been camped in a Travelodge in Fort Bragg, CA since Tuesday afternoon. I haven’t written in a week. 😦
Other excuses for not writing:
- I didn’t have access to wi-fi, nor cell service to use my phone as a hot spot.
- There weren’t coffee shops in which to sit in the morning for a bit and write.
- I was riding all day and didn’t find a place to sleep until after dark, and that was on the high school football field.
I left Crescent City last Friday, riding a full day alone for the first time on the trip. I had been with Keith, Murray, Jenny, Emily and Aaron for parts of it. And that was wonderful!
I felt a little lost. Immediately after leaving Crescent City there’s a significant climb, with narrow shoulders, lots of construction and many logging trucks. The construction backs up long lines of traffic and then it’s intense for a bit as they all pass. I did enjoy the redwoods, but I was especially glad to get to the top.
There are more hitchhikers on 101 than we see in Idaho. They wait hours to get rides, but I do see them moving down the coast- sometimes not much faster than me. They tend to be a pretty rugged looking group. Sometimes I feel like one of the nomads, aimlessly moving along. If I had dreads, more tattoos and a few piercings…
After Crescent City I saw a couple of hitchhikers and one was juggling. He had beyond- basic skills and was trying to do “the box,” a rather difficult three-ball trick. I stopped and gave him a couple of tips and his hitchhiking partner was effusive over what had been sent their way. “We get a guy who knows how to juggle!”
Shortly after this I left heavily traveled 101 for a parkway that wandered through redwoods the size they put on postcards. And because it was September, there was hardly any traffic. I was relaxed and enjoying it..and then my phone rang. It was Steve Juergens, my college friend from Seattle. I sat down on the side of the road and we talked. Lifted my slightly lonely spirits.
The parkway though the redwoods seemed to descend for a graciously long time. It started to rain highly and I decided to get a motel in Orick- the two star Palm Motel.