(^48) Bullard’s Beach – Gold Beach - 100 km
With the help of a 45 km/h wind, I confirmed that cycling south was a
good idea. Gold Beach, situated along the Rogue River, was named
after gold was discovered at its mouth in the mid-1800s.
Unfortunately, the wind was howling, and I decided to skip camping
as I didn't trust the tent in such a strong wind.
Once I located a room, a short walk led me to a grocery store and
laundromat, where I met Steve, a fascinating man who appeared to
be homeless. He was doing laundry and travelling by bicycle, much
like me. However, I was less interesting than him. His bicycle wasn't a
touring bike; instead, it resembled a ‘trick bike’ towing a trailer
stacked with three crates. He generously offered me his last bit of
washing powder, saving me from buying any from the machine. Such
a kind gesture!
Returning to my accommodation, I stumbled upon a store selling
peculiar bits and bobs. To my surprise, I found a pack of tarot cards. I
lost mine ages ago and couldn't believe I had found a replacement in
this tiny village. Smiling at my good fortune, I ambled home.
leana
(Leana)
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