Wow what a brutal 3 days, first off is there a doctor in the house. I have a real pain in my right ankle. It is around the ankle bone on the inside of my right leg. It is gettting in the way of cycling now. Any ideas or do I need to stay off the bike for a few days?
I have had 2.5 days of torrential rain and not enough food. This part of the Pacific north west is very sparsley populated, one store every 35 miles or so. The majority of the camp sites are closed so a bit of wild camping is in order. Miserable getting up packing everything that is soaking and not having any breakfast. The weather is set for the next week so I am going to cheat 🙂 sorry to the purists but doing this on my own and my old body breaking down it has to be done. All the locals wish me luck but as one they say you should of set off 6 weeks ago.
Anyway one thing that made me smile was hitting the pacific coast again, a brief moment of sunshine before the heavens opened. So much lumber washed up on the beach, just hundreds of tons of wood. Saw one guy surfing about 3 foot and super clean. The other thing that is really scary is the logging trucks or I should be more accurate and say one particular logging truck, this f#ckwit went past 3 times yesterday and the second time got within 6 inches of me. I would have stabbed him if he had stopped. Left pretty shaken after that. So you fat oaf I hope yoy stub your toe really painfully every time you get up to piss at night. Blue Mack truck with silver flashes.
One thing about logging trucks is they smell so good when they go past, the lumber must of only just been cut.
Well its raining again, and I am waiting on a bus. Need to find a hostel to take stock in for a few days.
Hope everyone is well, laters.