Jumping into Holes (Arcata Ca. to Brookings Or.)

Yes! I finally made it to Oregon. I am now done, with what I think will be, the first and hardest state. It is the longest, hilliest, and sketchiest area I am going through. (I honestly can't believe that I still have not gotten my bike stolen!) Upon getting into Oregon I have been given some new hope, a new drive to get the trip done, and am finally starting to believe that I will be able to finish. I have gotten used to bagging for food, and campsites. Ever since going to the pastor of a Methodist church asking if I could sleep in the church, and eat the canned food that was supposed to go to hungry women and children I have lost all of my shame. This is great news, it really allows me to get into wild situations without my conscious interfering at all. In being shameless as I have kind of become, I thought that I could get a free dinner from this gay couple last night, and that was not a good idea. Last night I pulled into the Harris beach state park next to Brooking Oregon. (This is were I told the cop he couldn't search my car with Henry Ross, George Gundlach, and Pete Ronan.) I set up my camp at the hiker biker sight and this weird guy riding a red scooter thing comes up to my stuff and informed me that he was just looking around. The instant that I first met him I knew that there was something extremely weird about him. After every thing that I said we would do this strange, high pitch, very effeminate, laugh making it known that he was appreciating what I was saying. I'm not really one to give up an opportunities of meeting someone anymore, so I try and ignore quirks like this. After a while he told me that I should come over to his trailer so I could meet his dog and his his partner. I kind of thought it was a bad idea the entire time, but after being by myself for a while, and the driving, constant, motivator that is extreme hunger I figured that I should go over to there. If nothing else I was going to warm up my hands and get a free dinner. As soon as I went over, and walked in it hit me this was a terrible idea. The contents of the trailer were, two 55-70 year old very gay men, a long haired weiner dog and a Pomeranian. Like it was normal conversation one of the first things they asked me was if I was bi. I was really confused at first, I thought they were asking if I buy drugs or something, but no, they were definitely asking me if I was bi-sexual. When I understood the context of the question I told them that there was no way that I was bi, and that there was no way that i would do anything or witness anything that they had to offer. This offended both of them, saying that "We don't normally see people with such beautiful, long, hair like yours that don't swing both ways." This was almost too much, but the conversation dropped, and I was cold as shit, so I wasn't really ready to go back to my tent, and they had cookies so of course I stayed in the trailer a little longer. After sitting there, talking about how exciting it was that Britney Spears was going on a come back tour, I figured I was high time I got back to my camping area. When I said I was going , the guy in the red scooter asked me if he could walk me back to my tent, trying to convince me that it was good for his sciatica. I didn't want to be a total dick head, and they did let me stay in their trailer so i let him do it. As we were walking back he kept getting closer and closer to me (the exact same thing that I try to do when I'm trying to get together with some girl, even though I know she thinks I'm a disgusting pig, and that she is definitely going to deny me.) As we got back to my campsite, the guy told me that I shouldn't take this to be offensive, but that I have a great body. This was way over the line. I made him leave after that, telling him that I reserve the right to beat the shit out of him if he tried making any sort of strange sexual move on me. This did the trick, forcing him to walk back across the campsite to his trailer in shame. Probably going back to his gay lover,crying telling him that the moves he put on this lovely little boy did not quite work. This to me has still been bothering me, for a couple of reasons. Mainly all of my stuff (except for my bike.) Is still at that camp site unattended and I'm slightly worried that this guy may go there and fuck with it... this instant as I'm writing this blog. Also I don't really like giving off a negative vibe towards anyone but this guy forced it upon himself. I'm very conflicted with the lesson I'm supposed to learn here, which should be don't hang out with super weird people. The problem is that hanging out with super weird people has done me good in the past, giving me gifts and advice. So maybe it should be I shouldn't hang out with super weird people that want to hook up with me... Once again this is proven wrong because the one legged chick that I spent some time with in Myers Flat definitely wanted to get together with me, and she gave me so many presents I can't even believe it. So, this is the lesson, don't hang out with super weird gay guys that want to get together with you. It never turns out to be a good situation. I sometime don't know if they even realize that they are crossing the line, but yes, if you are homosexual consent, and rape laws still do apply to you. I think its always good to have some sort of bail out plan no matter what type of situation you get into, which is something that I did not have earlier this week. The area between Arcata and Crescent City is absolutely amazing. The old growth red wood groves, in which there are the largest trees in the world is one of the more spectacular places that I have ever been. I spent a lot of time hiking around and checking out these groves, (Part of the reason it took me so long to get from Arcata to Oregon.) but to get to the really old big trees I would have to hike deep into the woods, through reeds and on paths that may or may not have been marked. One of the days I hiked really deep into the the Lady Brigam Old growth grove which is in Peirce state park close to where all of the Roosevelt elk live. I stashed my bike, took this back trail for about 4 miles up a massive hill, through a pretty big swampy area, and got to a place were I was the only person for about a square mile. Upon getting to this area I was climbing around the trunks of the tress, taking pictures, jumping from one tree to the next when my camera slipped out of my hand. Out of all the place that it could have bounced, it happened to fall down this 8 foot deep hole created by a fire in the roots of the tree. This devastated me, and the longer I stood there and thought the more I knew I had to jump into the hole. I knew the consequences, jumping into a massive hole, not being able to get out, no one even close, or having any idea where I was in the world. My bike and gear was all hidden so that it probably wouldn't have been found for a couple of months. My body would have not been found until I would have slowly died, turning into a skeleton, sitting for a couple hundred years, and only being found because we decided that the need for natural resources is far more important than natural splendor making it so the clear cutting of the forest would have led to the discovery of my remains. All of this going through my mind i wedged myself into the hole and slowly lowered myself down, looking for foot holds the entire way. I got to the bottom grabbed my camera and chimneyed my way back out without a problem. If I had an arm spand of a couple inches shorter, or didn't have an extreme determination to escape my pit of death, I maybe wouldn't have been able to do this but it all turned out fine and I got my camera back. It has really motivated me to start to take more picture, which once again I have messed up on on placing on my blog because I forgot to grab my usb cable before coming to the library this morning. (Next post I promise I'll put on like ten pics or something to make up for it.) I am now in Oregon and am feeling ready to make some miles, I am strong, happy (it's been sunny for a while.) and ready to see some friends. I have made a goal to make it to Eugene by this weekend. I hope that Oregon is ready for me because I am for the first time ready to ride my bike. Tim P.S. I have had three sexual moves made towards me on this trip. Two of them were by gay dudes (one in Merin and this one I talked about. and one of them was by a one legged in bred girl in Myers Flat... For some reason I feel like I'm doing something terribly wrong.