So I was expecting the bleak lonely bike/hike that I've been used to the past week or so when I rode down into Russian Gulch. There was already a couple there, which was cool, but nothing really out of the ordinary. Then, all of a sudden about five more bikers ride down to the camp site, completely packing out the space. This, for me, was amazing. Apparently these guys, and girl, started touring in different places separately but ended up just getting on the same route and just been staying at the same sites for about a week. They were all laughing and joking together and reminiscing about their experiences of the previous day and then they just sucked me in. It was awesome. Like a biker family we all just started talking about all the what/when/why's of our tours, a guy named Diego gave me nearly a pound of chocolate and the Canadian couple made everyone omelets in the morning. I was definitely jealous of the bond they had formed but it was great to experience this cool community for a night and a morning. Yesterday was an amazing day.