That night I had many companions. There were about six of us that stayed in the hike/bike area... but only five of us could speak English. There was a couple from Missouri named Johnny and Anna. (I'm pretty sure.) A couple solo girls named Barbara and the other Jenn, and finally a really cool solo rider from Germany named Charles. Charles couldn't speak english but we felt like we understood his story by the end of the night. He was just a goofy guy having fun touring the Pacific Coast. After we made a community dinner Johnny and Anna busted out something that I'd nearly forgotten about this whole trip, a guitar! It was a tiny one they picked up from a shop for about 80 bucks, but it was a fine instrument none-the-less. Charles made a fire that night and it just felt good to have some music as we all sat around and warmed ourselves. The more I go, the more I realize it's the simple pleasures, like morning fire made coffee or fireside music, that can make these sorts of trips really enjoyable.
|Yep: A Zoltar Machine in Old Town Florence|
Before I could wash my clothes I asked a fellow washer if I could buy some soap off of him. He let me use the soap free of charge and directed me to the best machines to use. We started talking and after he heard about my trip he suggested that I stop by Portland for the blues festival that's going on the 4th of July weekend. This sounds like a magical idea. I'm getting a little tired of riding the coast because although it's beautiful, the wind and chill is starting to take a toll on me. We talked about the best rout to take and I've decided that if I can figure out how to make it work I'm definitely going to veer inland and try to catch at least one day of the festival. Before he left he gave me 20 dollars saying that if I could make it that that would pay for two days of the event. I tried to compose myself from the shock and thank him as best as I could and then he just left... probably never to see me again. His name is Tom. A super cool guy. These random acts of generosity are continually hammering my ego and reshaping the way I perceive people. It's very humbling. Thank you Tom.
I'm probably just going to head back, have some more coffee, rest again at Honeyman and head tomorrow for Newport, OR. So that's where I leave you. Writing from a Laundromat in Florence.