
Dea Collins rode into
Roseburg (about 40 miles from camp) with me in the morning, where we met Robb Collins...and then joined up with the
Roseburg Fire Department in their station for a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, bacon, biscuits, bacon, juice, and bacon! We met Josh, the
battalion chief, the night before at dinner...and he kindly invited us in for some sustenance.
Then we continued to wind south to
Canyonville, where we met Robb for some burgers and fries. Then Robb jumped on the bike...only a few weeks after surgery for a broken collar bone, and rode up, up, and up over the mountains for 50 miles at a brisk pace in some beautiful sunshine until we descended into the town (I think) of trail. I brought it on home to
Medford for a total of 147 miles and 8500 feet of climbing (no GPS data for the whole ride as I ran out of juice).
Sunday was a solo effort out to Applegate Lake...about 95ish miles...with a bonk effect for the last 50. Ugh. At least it was a beautiful day for a while...bit of rain, wind, and dark clouds for the last 25 miles. Look - another covered bridge!


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