(^52) Gold Beach – Crescent City - 116 km
On my way to Crescent City the following day, I crossed the state line
into California. Along the route, I ran into Steve again, who was
collecting cans. He kindly offered me a muffin he had bought earlier
and gave me a beautiful feather, which almost brought me to tears.
What impressed me most was that he remembered my name. We had
a pleasant chat before I said goodbye and resumed my journey.
As I rode further, I was surprised to meet a cyclist heading north with
a crate holding a happy little puppy. Riding north meant facing the
prevailing wind, and his load was quite heavy.
When I reached Crescent City and asked about camping options, I
was told that the closest site was a wild camp without facilities or
water. The next one was too far away, so I found a room instead.
I found it interesting that like many towns I had cycled through,
tribes had inhabited this region. Unfortunately, foreign trappers,
settlers, and gold miners arrived in the mid-1800s and took their
lands, much like in parts of Africa and Australia.
leana
(Leana)
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