Champoeg to Woodburn and back.
Got back to the campground and was greeted by an old drunk man. He was camping in the hiker/biker camp. He offered me some wood to build a fire and we conversed about travel. He was kind of a little bit crazy, but a good old timer. His setup was great. An old old road bike with old gear and a wanderlust attitude. We talked about cycle touring and hitch hiking. Both of which he was very familiar with. He told me to never get married and just keep rambling on. He was from the town of McMinnville which is. Only about 15 or so miles down the road. He was only out for the night to just get away from the city. I enjoyed the company because it was the first I had talked to someone new in quite sometime.