6AM: I've made it to the Charlottesville airport, hasty early morning
good byes, bleary from too little sleep & too much frenzy trying to
get everything together the past few days. I probably need to go for a
bike ride.
There's this hurricane {or what's left of it) parked somewhere in
Ohio, and it's been spinning off rain and humidity for several days
now. Today looks like more of the same. Might as well try someplace
else, the weather's bound to be better. Time to get on the plane.
8:30: Cincinnati, fog & rain, quick change of planes. The pilot
says the weather in Salt Lake is clear & sunny. Bring it on!
My seat mate on the last flight was a friend of a friend (Dave
Grant, who had many friends), we had great conversation despite the
early hour. First of what I hope will be many encounters with
interesting people on this trip. Haven't exactly gotten into travel Zen
yet, but I'm headed there. At least I don't have to sweat about losing
luggage in airplaneworld--all I have is two small carry-on sacks of
stuff.
Someplace over Illinois the clouds break and there is vastness to
behold from 36000 fe et...rectilinear fields & road net, occasional
meandering stream, town with a bypass, haze. Something tells me
vastness is going to be a recurring theme in the weeks to come. Big
river, I bet it's the Mississippi. Next time I get with that one it
will be more close & personal.
Great conversation with a guy from Winnamucca Nevada......radial
irrigation circle below on parched brown landscape of western Nebraska,
dirt roads & not much else--more vastnesss.
Southern Wyoming....we can see the Peaks of Rocky Mountain National
Park to the south in Colorado, looks like there's still a lot of snow
in the high country. Wyoming looks hot and dusty, suggestions of things
to come in eastern Montana in a few weeks. We pass over Flaming Gorge
then swing south and west over the Wasatch Mts, directly over Utah State
and Logan where Beth went to school, and on into Salt Lake City. Looks
like there's plenty of water in the lake. And the sun is shining. I
feel better already.
hazy and hot at the airport in Salt Lake
Another plane, an hour & twenty minutes to Eugene. Salt Lake so
blue and inviting, then just salt, white & forbidding not fit for
man or beast.
Landed in Eugene, sunny 70 something weather, friend Tim met me at
the airport & we made our way out to Florence in the old Saab.
South from Florence to Dune City and the home of David & Linda on
Siltcoos Lake, where I had shipped the bike.
All is well with the bike, unpacked & assembled the stuff, then
we all went out to seafood dinner in Florence. A great first day all in
all, I'm beat, tomorrow's a new day. I'll ride out of here {huge hill} & over to the dunes & beach.
Tim & Linda check out the rig
Linda & David's back yard with a view of Siltcoos Lake
fishing boats on the Siuslaw River at Florence