|Marie and Trystan|
I left Florence still unsuspicious of the monster ahead of me. I began to feel a little unease when I began to realize that I was traveling at speeds that I had yet to achieve the entire trip. At first I thought it was because, well, I'm just the man. Surely these three weeks had turned me into a top notch ball of muscle and energy, strong and fast enough to tackle anything in my way from here on out. Needless to say I was cruising along, thinking pretty highly of myself when I realized what was actually happening. There was no wind blowing at my face. Up till that point I had had a pretty constant head wind. Some days more sever than others but it's been a consistent variable this entire trip. That day the wind was blowing at my back. This was what was causing me to go so fast. Now you would think that this is a good thing, which it is, but when the winds change direction it's usually a pretty good indicator that there's a storm-a-brewin. And sure enough, WHAM! Rain, rain, rain.
|I need the carbs right?|
Eight quick but wet miles later I rolled into Beverly Beach state park where a somewhat grumpy state official checked me in for six bucks to the site. In the hike/bike spot were about ten other bikers, including Trystan and Marie, huddled under trees trying to stay dry for the night. For the most part it was ok. It didn't rain too much but I did wake up with a small puddle next to me. Curses. Honestly, I almost wish it would rain more. I'm not sure which is worse; being a little damp, or being harassed and surrounded by mosquitoes. The mosquitoes have been awful the past few days it was a relief to have a break from their incessant blood sucking. Even if it did mean getting a little wet.
Well I'm way ahead of schedule so I made the grueling, ha, 20 miles to Lincoln City where I will be staying at Devils Lake State Park tonight. The sun is starting to come out so maybe I can dry my tent before bed tonight. See you soon little black raincloud.
P.S. I had some surprisingly good coffee at a place in Lincoln called Big Mountain. It's definitely worth stoping in if you ever are in the area. He roasts in one pound increments using hot air roasters. It's about as small a scale as you can go for commercial use but it tasted great and was really fresh. Sweat deal.