I’d say it’s just damaging to your back.[/quote]
a properly loaded and positioned backpack with a waist belt that is used properly shouldnt be bad for your back at all.[/quote]
yessir david. keep it tight and high on the back and it wasn’t TOO bad. the first 60 miles or so were bad, but then i took out like half the clothes i had packed and put them on (i was expecting 45 or 50, it was 33ish) and drank my spare gatorade and it was fine after that.
highlight of trip down- TAKING A FERRY. zomg these still exist? so rad. and for free! i felt kinda like aguirre from the werner herzog film, although i guess the only connection is we both crossed rivers.
bad beat- being deliberate and taking lots of breaks and getting a late-ish start (8:30am) so by the time i turned off hwy 34 to go towards brownsville, it was pretty dark. seeing my way by a blinking knog… at least it had a fresh battery. i got to brownsville, the century mark/thirty to go, at like 6:30pm. i took a 90minute dinner break, chatted with some locals, made an effort to find a free room with someone at the cafe (the two waiters there… one was 15, one was pregnant, so no dice). i did warm up nicely, though. they gave me directions to a hotel, but it was like 5 miles away and not in the direction of eugene. i said, fuck it, and did the last 30. the rolling hills out of town were kind of scary, and i walked up the first climb since i didn’t want my weary and wobbly ass to be in the middle of the road and have some truck bear down on me. the last ten or so into eugene were nice and flat, and i got some fixed gear ZEN out of that nice little moment. then i couldn’t find my way to the UO campus once i got into eugene, so i spent another half hour wandering around town. met the guys i was crashing with at a bar, then walked back to the apartment and claimed my spot on the couch.
also- on one of my rest stops early on, i texted an ex-gf i had seen twice in the last two years, but we were/are on good enough terms… i got a text back, “sry who is this?”, ha. we actually exchanged texts and a call for the next two days but failed to meet up since she was doing a rapid-water river rescue training program in a spot nearer to portland, then her VW van died as she was trying to drive back down. oh well.
sat- chilling. got some bagels in the morning, then safeway groceries. more high school friends showed up, we went early to a house party and played some pong, got some FAT TIRE (fuck your pabst, i’m a grown-ass man), chilled. left the house party for a concert in a dorm basement with two rad portland bands. got a free guidance counselor EP. went back to house party and it had gone from 12 kids to 100 or 200, packed in like sardines. i went inside anyway, not feeling the scene but too cold to stay outside and not willing to go back to my couch. i talked to one girl who brought an apple to the party, traded her some sips of beer for bite of apple. she had a friend named brooklyn, lol. brooklyn and apple girl left for another, hopefully milder, scene, and i was invited, but i lost them between the kitchen where we were perched on the counter and the front door. damn. night ended with kettle chips and sportscenter.
sun- both nfl games, a microwave pot pie, stretching packing.
(more on return trip later… going over to mah gurl’s)