Day 9 was a bummer day. As I rode out of the campground I thought I was being clever and going to make it to Arcata before the rain started. Nope. It started to pour with a strong head wind and there wasn’t anything to do but keep riding until I found a safe place to stop, which happened to be the Arcata Airport.
But first, last night. So I go to bed and around midnight I hear something taking the camo tarp off my bike. I decide that my 1mm piece of cloth that my tent is made of is strong enough to keep whatever it is out there go away and try to think about something else and go back to sleep. When I woke up later in the night due to a brief rain storm I found that my tarp was indeed off the bike but the bear, or whatever, had not taken it for a ride. My food also seemed to be safe. I spoke to the camp host early the next morning and he said the bear can be a real pain and does in fact drink beer – true story.
So anyway, I pull into the airport and there is no place to lock my bike up that is under cover so I have to leave it in the rain as I run inside to dry off inside their lounge. I spend an hour in there and then decide to move my bike under and awning where I can see it. Unfortunately, the TSA frowns upon people who look homeless, have a puddle under them, and do not have any business at the airport. I was kindly asked to leave.
Which leads me to my motel in the middle of nowhere.
I really don’t like staying in motels, I would much rather prefer the openness of camping but so be it.
I’m having a hard time not getting down about making no progress today and a couple of days ago. I want to ride but there’s not much I can do. I’m making good time and just need to wait out the storm.
Stefan was our only winner of yesterday’s trivia with Captain Winship.
Who or what is Humboldt named after?
No picture’s today.
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