Day 18 Jesse M Honeyman to William Tugman (42 miles)

The day after the rain storm and a nice nights sleep. On the hiker biker campsites it's lights out at 10pm and in truth after long days of hardcore cycling I'm pretty much asleep by 1 minute past 10. I awoke around 6am I was ready to set off when I checked my gear and belongings and realised my debit card was missing. I knew I had it the day before when I left the last site as I always do a morning check. I had a horrible feeling I left it or lost it at the laundrette when I was caught in the rain storm. It was going to be a 30 mile ride back over road I had already covered but I had to as I didn't want to just cancel it and only use my credit card for the rest of the trip. I cycled around 15 -20 miles and pulled into a cafe for a drink. I got talking to someone who asked where I was going. I told him I was on my way back to the town called Yachats and why and he offered to put my bike in his hatch back and drive me there and also take me back to the site I had earlier departed from. Bonus.

He looked safe enough and certainly someone I would be happy to defend myself against if things got weird. He also knew the lady who ran the coffee shop so was known and not just a passing through stranger. We got to the laundrette and the owner recognised me from the day before. I asked if he had found a card after I had gone. Yes he said, it's over there in the trash. He got it out and said "I must have left it in my jeans when I dried them" and "the dryers are hot in here". No kidding, it was melted. Well, at least no one else had it so I could relax. The good samaritan then kept his word and drove me back to the site I had started from which in total saved me around 45 miles. I still had to cycle to the next site but it was made easier by having an Elk burger on the way.

Laundrette 1 - Phil 0.

On the way to the next site I passed the sign for 195 miles and as part of the "adopt a highway" program a local business gets to put the company name on the mile marker. 195 is sponsored by Debi from Barefoot Massage. If only she had put the contact number on she could have made a few dollars off this weary traveller. Around 30 minutes later mile marker 200 came into view. To say I felt a surge of adrenalin is putting it mildly and to say I felt a big sense of achievement is spot on.