If you injure yourself and have to hole up somewhere for a couple of days, there’s a lot worse places than Sisters. One of them is the Triangle Lake Park where I am now. Dear God, please let the night pass quickly…
As well as eating multiple donuts from Sisters bakery, I got my leg seen to after initially being told they had no free appointments and I needed to go to the walk-in clinic in Bend. That was at 8am with no buses until 4pm. A very nice woman I’d been chatting to you in the queue who knew what had happened offered to drive me the 40 miles after hearing I was being turned away. This act of warmth seemed to defrost the doctor’s receptionist who ‘miraculously’ then found a free slot at 2pm. So several hours later it was confirmed that I have a hole in my leg and was supplied with various bits of kit, including horse bandage. I have no idea what that is but it sounds good so I’m writing it down.
Unfortunately, no one has stolen Reggie yet despite me repeatedly leaving him unchained in public places so I had to cycle, not drive, over McKenzie pass. It is a gentle 2-3000ft climb which on the Great Divide you’d do to warm yourself up in the morning before stopping to have a snake for breakfast, wrestle a bear and then carry on to hit the REAL hill of the day but in my current state, I definitely noticed there was an incline! It is beautiful though and lives up to the claim of being one of Oregon’s most scenic roads and a couple on their way to Sisters’ folk festival handed me a bottle of ice cold water at the top which was very welcome.
The next day turned out to be an unintentionally long one. Despite there being no campsite or motels marked on the map for some distance, rather than calling it a day, I carried on thinking “there must be somewhere“. Confidence buoyed by a day back on the bike and feeling fully in the swing of things, I saw myself as some sort of Crocodile Dundee character who can instinctively ‘read’ the land for where one might find food or shelter.
Turns out I am not Mick 😦
For the record, there is naff all accommodation opportunities for about 30 miles east of Eugene, so I had to plough on for ages before I found somewhere and it was a motel way too close to an exotic dance venue for my liking but needs must!
After spending a ridiculous amount of time titting around the next morning getting out of Eugene (post puncture I might add despite spanking new tyres!), I hit the 36 to ride to the coast. Time to even out the cycling short tan lines and explore the dunes!
(No photos for now as the device that gets photos off my camera and onto my iPad is broken)