These past few days have been filled with the moments that I live for. After riding problem-free the rest of the way from Bandon to Humbug State Park, we all decided to pitch in and save some money on two tent sites as oppesed to the Hiker/Biker section of the park. On the way in, a spectacular view of the roxky Oregon coast glimmered with the sun. I almost hitched beck to Port Orford to buy the beer for the evening, but Chris decided to treat us to a 24 pack of Busch, as he was already there.Christian, Matt, Kristen and I decided we'd go for a dip in the ocean (Katie said that the tempurature and humidity here reminded her of back home in Alabama) and we were all screaming our asses off as the frigid waves would crash over our tired bodies. After hugs and pictures, we went back to camp to eat and greet Christ who just showed up with the beer.
After getting drunk, Lee gave me a tall-boy as a thanks for the night before. I have a feeling he and I are going to be getting along just fine. I also helped Lee figure out his new simmer-lite stove.
Christian is a crack up: throughout the night, he continued to eminate his Swedish humour. Timo, of Amsterdam, is incredibly kind and proper, declining alcohol and going to bed early. Timo even apologized when Christian's drunk-ass tripped over his tent.
Lee, Chris, Matt and I decided to go for a late-night walk to the beach. The cliffs bordered the bay and framed the moon which was beginning to set on the midnight horizon. Black waves tumbled to our toes and I found my peace, there on the beach, with a group of beautiful strangers who I could forevermore call my friends. The others joined us, and we all sat against a log as the moon sank into the black ocean. Connor, a kid heading North who we had just met, pointed out several sparkling constelations andsattelites while the rest of us relaxed and tasted the sea salt on our lips. I walked back to camp early with Katie and immediately fell asleep.
This morning, we were all slow to awaken and get moving. After two cigarettes, Christia
n and I rolled out of camp together. He is much more fit than I, so within three miles, he was ahead of me. I met back up with him and Alan, a newbie to the group from Missoula, Montana. We had a big climb, which was rewarding, because I must have hit 40 mph while decending down the opposite side. There is nothing better than crying because of the wind in your face when you're splitting down a hill.
n and I rolled out of camp together. He is much more fit than I, so within three miles, he was ahead of me. I met back up with him and Alan, a newbie to the group from Missoula, Montana. We had a big climb, which was rewarding, because I must have hit 40 mph while decending down the opposite side. There is nothing better than crying because of the wind in your face when you're splitting down a hill. 
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