Too much Insanitity (Stinsen Beach to Arcata)

So I know that I haven't blogged in a very long time, and I'm really sorry about that. The ability to get on Internet is harder then it seems going through Northern California. Firstly I was riding through Northern California, which is not very inhabited and where there are people they really don't have much use for things like public libraries. (Well I actually think that the U.S. government has forgotten about this region of the country... except for the DEA where it does most of it's business.) Also every time I did hit a library they were closed, and the one time that I saw computers in an Internet cafe they were trying to charge me ten cents a minute. That is way too expensive, and I don't deal with people who won't barter with me . SO no one ever go to the Cookie Company in Fort Bragg. They are total bastards, when I asked the manager if she would let me get on the Internet in exchange to give tons of free, really incredible, advertising she looked at me like I was crazy and told me that she couldn't make those sort of decisions. Anyways so much has happened to me in this time period it's hard to know where to start. I guess I can start with last night because it is the most prevalent in my mind.
Two days ago I had extremely high hopes, thinking that I was going to see some familiar faces, getting a food drop and having a nice comfortable bed to stay in when I got to Arcata. One very bad thing after the next happened. First my drop and I missed each other. I don't really know how it happened but through a lack of communication and a freak landslide that separated us it became impossible for me to meet with Adam Lister and company and get some desperately needed supplies. I hadn't bought food in days and the only thing that I had left was half a jar of peanut butter and 10 lemons which I picked off of a tree when I stopped in Myers Flatt and hung out with some tweekers for a bit. When I realized I missed my food I was devastated, it was such a terrible blow to my mental stamina. Imagine looking forward to something for 5 days so much, like have never been happier to have something that was definitely going to happen taken away from you, and you are starving and extremely dirty and on such a low point that seeing a friendly face and having a little bit of extra food would be the greatest thing ever ripped out of your hands with no possible way to salvage any of it. The only thing that I could do (which I always do when I'm really feeling shitty) was to keep riding. I still had the hope in my head of making it to Arcata, getting a hot shower seeing some friendly faces and hopefully seeing some of my other friends the next day. So I rode and rode getting more and more depressed and further and further into misery. AS I was riding I got two flat tires! Yes my tire and about twenty minutes later the valve on my new tube exploded making me change it again. This to say the least put me into some of the worst spirits of the entire trip. After riding for hours I finally made it to Arcata, just to realize that my hot shower and my bed and any chance I had of salvaging the day were actually not there. There was actually nothing in Arcata for me just another town with a college (that was closed for the day Cezer Chavez day of course.) and I didn't have anything to do. Just when I was about to admit defeat. Yes I was extremely close to wasting bunch of money going to a hotel room and crying, and yes I did think about bailing on the whole trip because I figured it was just becoming to much to bear another girl on a Surly bike rode by me and asked if I was on a tour. I knew that I had to act fast and said yes and told her my situation quickly and ask if I could maybe stay at her house. (I know this was a super bold move but it had to happen.) To my utter delight... maybe the happiest that I've ever been in my life she told me about how she knows all about bike touring and the community and that she would be happy to let me stay with her. It was the single greatest thing that could have happened to me at that time. I had not showered, washed my body at all (except for my gouch area because if I don't wash that daily I will probably get some sort of mushroom growing down there and it may not be the greatest thing ever.) for 6 days, I had ridden extremely hard being coaxed by the idea of a bed and food for the last 4 days, so when someone was there to help me it was one of the best things that could have possibly happened. Thank you Kenzie so much for what you did it was huge, maybe to the point of saving me trip. Now that I feel good and am in high hopes I can look back on yesterdays events and laugh but I promise they really were not that funny at the time. That is one of many crazy things that has happened to me since my last post many bad some good but I'm feeling good today so i should stay positive.
It is important to understand that this has been one of the wettest spring recorded in California in a while. I was told that it rains on average 40'' a year in California and this year it was rained 80" I feel every single on of those inches of rain. When I have any opportunity to get out of it for a bit it is a massive opportunity that I make sure to try my hardest so my endeavor succeeds. This led me to a funeral, I'm serious . Someone told me of a funeral that was going on and I knew that I had to go to the after party which I was informed was in timber Cove trailer park. I should up there pretty nervous, not really knowing how to act or what to do, so I know on the office door. Everyone was in there morning and although I felt pretty awkward and really like a massive scum bag I knew that I had to ask them if I could camp there. I was told by Randi (Manger and Daughter of the deceased.) "Dave would have wanted it this was way, and if you stay you have to stay up and help drink the keg." I was instantly sold. I set up camp went back over and started kind of acting like I knew Dave, you know not really buttering it up or anything but definitely acting sorry ( I genuinely was sorry though this guy sounded like a total bad ass I Mean we wanted a keg at his funeral.) and begging to get continually more and more drunk. By the end of the night (I had made friends with the funeral attendees.) we were free style rapping and talking about everything and how if I would have gotten there a year early Dave would of some how cororsed me into staying an working the trailer park. Also during this time and entire lamb and about 35 crabs were consumed, I definitely did my share of the eating. It was overall a really great time. I'm so happy I got to meet everyone at Timber Cove, and I promise next time I'm in Fort Ross I will stop by and say hello. I have tons of other stories, I just don't have the blogging time to tell them all. This has been a very wild part of a very wild trip. So when I get back home remind me to tell everybody about sleeping in a church ( I thought I was going to die and needed some salvation from god.) and hanging out with tweekers in the North, I have lots of good shit to say bout that but it is probably better that I don't put it out on the Internet anyways. I hope everyone is safe and well, I'm going to make it go Oregon soon so I think computer access will get better. I have made it far and still have a ways to go. I hope I don't die before the end. (I'm semi serious.)
Tim
p.s. No pictures I had to write this in a limited amount of time.
p.s.s. This may have some typos and is not the smoothest reading but I have to go, I will edit it next comp i get to.