Mike here, it’s been a while. I flew into Eugene, unpacked the bike, and ride straight to Mago Gilson’s lovely AirBnb where she taught me to play La Bamba on the Jarana into the wee hours of the night.
The next morning I wandered around Eugene until the other bums arrived.
Nick’s knee was bothering him, so we decided to take the rest of the day to let him recover, which culminated in a late night hot tub rental.
The next day Nick was feeling better enough to ride. We rode 67 miles, which was longer than we intended, but the McKenzie forest fires of 2000 destroyed several of the campgrounds we were looking for.
We camped at McKenzie bridge campground, 26 miles from the peak of McKenzie Pass. Today we climb!
