Day #12 part 2
After having my bike stolen in the early afternoon, I spent the second half of June 21st pretending to be a duck. Ya know, let the bad shit roll off my back. Don’t let the bad stuff get me down.
I did walk away from REI with a new pair of hiking shoes that I love. So, that’s something good!
After filing the police report on my stolen bike, we made a quick stop down by the waterfront, just to have a peak. And then we left Oregon.
We headed towards Mt. St. Helens, in Washington. Stopped for the night in Cougar, at the very beautiful Swift River Reservoir Campground.
Surrounded by magnificent tall trees, bordered by the river, and sparsely populated, we had a lovely evening. Sat around the campfire and played music until late, with nobody nearby to complain!
Today I realized that Mark and I had fallen into a couple of rather traditional roles. Mark had become the “hunter.” And I had become the “gatherer.” Mark was the one who hunted around the grocery marts to find meat. I was the one who gathered up kindling for our fires. And we never, ever, switched roles.