Day 6 – Catnip Reservoir to Hart Mountain Springs

A chronicle of my 7-day ride of the Oregon’s Big Country route.

Today’s post is one of the most bizarre things to happen in my life and also the most emotionally draining to write. This is my account.

Although a vehicle pulled through camp around 3:30am, I didn’t really get a good look, but they quickly drove off without fuss. I found myself only in the company of the ducks and other birds that decided to make noise all night long. It wasn’t bad, but it was always there.

Slept so well next to Catnip Reservoir. Had the whole place to myself.

It was kind of a lazy morning. No alarm, quiet, and plenty of gross water to filter.

I topped my bottles, packed up my gear, and headed out for who knows how long. I had to cover more than 50 miles to get to Hart Mountain hot springs, so there was no time to waste.

Leaving Sheldon wildlife refuge, I had a bit of a downhill. Being in my sandals, I felt cautious going down hills or rough roads. But on this particular descent, I startled a snake and immediately heard the tell-tale rattle of the DANGER NOODLE. Thankfully, I was going a decent clip so I didn’t stick around to make a new friend.

A few miles later, I exited the refuge by a very low-key sign and crossed highway 140 on last time. It was nearing mid-day and I still hadn’t seen another person nor did I have cell signal in 2 days. Did I cross into Oregon? Is this still Nevada? There really wasn’t any sort of markings in this desolate area.

I turned onto another double track to start heading North. After a few miles, I saw something in the middle of the road. My first thought was that this would be dead cow number 4, but this moved. And as I pedalled closer, I soon realized it was a person! WTF?

There was a man lying in the middle of the road. Weird. As I pedalled past him, I started wondering if this guy was just passed out from a drunk binge or what. I stopped and asked “are you ok? Alive? Hello? Sir?” No response, but he did manage to move a little. I could see that this guy was already badly sunburned and had rolled around in the dirt for a bit. This guy needed help ASAP. I checked my phone: “No Service” of course. I have my spot tracker, but I thought I saw a vehicle just ahead, so I dropped a water bottle next to him and told him I would be right back with help and to hang on. I also dropped a pin in Gaia GPS to mark his location should I find help.

My legs found a new level of energy as I sprinted after whatever was kicking up dust on the road ahead. It was sandy, very dry, and too hot that I couldn’t keep it up for very long. Before I knew it, the dust cloud was gone and I was already 4 miles from the fellow. Shit shit shit shit shit. I quickly hit SOS on my Spot Tracker full well knowing that my emergency contacts might be flipping out soon that I was injured or something. But since I had the breadcrumb trails turned on, they would see that I’m still moving and likely OK.

Spot Gen 3 – Satellite Personal Locator Beacon

As I started pedalling back as fast as I could, started to notice footprints staggered in the dust. They were clearly his footprints as he shuffled his way south back to the highway for help. No way of knowing of how long this guy had been shuffling, but at least 4 miles of walking, probably more. (8-14 miles last I heard).

I started thinking of ways of communicating and how much water I had in my bottles. It was really dry so I only had less than 2 litres remaining and would need all of it to get to the next reservoir to filter. But this guy was clearly in trouble and needed help. I could go a few more hours without water, but didn’t know if this guy would still be alive by the time help got there. I had no idea where an ambulance or other help would be coming from.

As I pulled up to the man, he was still in the same position, water untouched. I started talking to him, asking if he could hear me, if he knew his name, or how long he had been there. No response. He was shaking uncontrollably but recognised I was trying to help.

He was able to take a couple of sips of water as I held his head and touched the bottle to his lips. He was crazy-eyed with delirium and couldn’t do anything to help himself.

I started to figure out what I could do…wet a bandana, set up the tent for shade, stay calm, keep trying to give him a bit of water but not too much. As I went back to my bike to start digging out the tent, stakes, and bandana, something started rustling in the bushes. Oh shit, something is coming to eat us! Instead, out popped a small puffy dog desperate for water. This explains the dog leash in the road.

As I started to get the tent set up for shade, I noticed a pillow case a couple of feet away from the man. I thought I would get it damp and use it to start cooling him down. But as I picked up the pillow case, it was REALLY heavy like it had a rock or something in it. But peering inside, I realized it was a loaded gun. Wow. I don’t know if this guy is going to snap out of it and and go for the gun or what, so I moved it away and under my bike.

Odd way to carry a firearm?

It was difficult setting up the tent as it was such thin material, a breeze was blowing, and the ground was extremely hard to get stakes into. All the while I would periodically give the man and dog a bit of water.

After getting the tent set up and doing what I could to cover his face from the sun, I sat next to the man and kept assuring him help was on the way. He mumbled a few grunts, but nothing that I could make out as words. I was prepared to sit for a few hours waiting for whatever help may arrive.

Only a few minutes later, I saw another dust cloud getting kicked up in the distance, then some flashing headlights. They were a still a couple of miles away they were coming.

As the ambulance pulled up, I walked over and said hi.

“Are you Thomas?”

“Yes, I’m 100% OK, healthy, but this fellow is in really bad shape!”

The paramedic walked over and started asking the same questions I asked. “Sir, can you tell me your name? Do you know where you are? Can you hear me? How long have you been out here?” Same responsive grunts as before but the shaking had subsided a little.

I let the paramedic know that he had a diabetic bracelet. The paramedic perked up a bit and yelled to the other to quickly get the big bag. Their body language and sense of urgency went up a notch.

While checking for injuries and assessing the man, I passed along all info in which I found him.

He tested the man’s blood and said it was REALLY high. Again, their sense of urgency visibly escalated. The other paramedic turned the ambulance around and started to get the gurney out. I quickly got the tent out of the way and helped them lift the man onto the gurney and secure him for transport.

As they were getting ready to leave I started asking if they had any extra water. I had started going through it quickly while trying to care for the man and his dog. All they had were two half-finished bottles of Gatorade. At this point, I didn’t care, I needed fluids too. It didn’t last a few minutes as it was warmer than I realized. But they were getting really antsy to take off ASAP. They let me know a sheriff unit was on the way to wrap this up but they had to go go go go.

As the ambulance sped off, I packed up all the gear I unpacked, gave the dog they left behind some water, and grabbed a snack. I just started eating peanut butter and jelly right from the jar. I started to do the math if I had enough water remaining to get to the reservoir…if I should hitch a ride into a town, or see if the deputy had any extra water.

Just as I finished packing it all up and getting ready to sit with the dog for a bit…I pondered what might be going on at home. Who knew that I was OK or thought that I was really in trouble? A moment later, the deputy showed up in his truck and we started chatting about the situation. He was incredibly professional and friendly. I told him everything I knew, how I found the man, and that his dog and possessions were still on the road.

“I was wonder if you were just crazy for riding a bike around with a dog!”

Ah no…I wouldn’t do that with a dog.

I showed him the gun in the pillow case and assumed it was loaded. He took it out, unloaded the clip and cleared the chamber. “Yup, unloaded now”. “If he’s from Lakeview, I’d expect him to have a gun” the deputy told me. We then chatted a bit the wildlife I had seen or might be enough of a threat. “I’m surprised you don’t have a gun” he claimed. Maybe I should have? Given my experience from 48 hours prior, maybe I should consider it for solo trips?

As the deputy loaded the dog into the truck, we also picked up the man’s other possessions from the road. A cap that indicated he is a Vietnam vet, the dog’s leash, the dog, a crushed pair of sunglasses, and the pillowcase with gun. Both the paramedics and I had checked for ID but didn’t find any.

The deputy was kind enough to give me a litre of fresh water in a new bottle.

I gave the deputy my information and asked that he get ahold of my partner Audrey ASAP as she was probably wondering WTF was going on and might very well be driving to my location right now.

As we parted ways, he thanked me several times and headed north towards the footprints and the old abandoned homestead.

I hopped back on my bike, made sure the Spot tracker was set to breadcrumb transmissions, then made my own way back north, back on route.

A few miles later, we met up again as he had turned around and was heading back out to the freeway. Chatted a few more minutes to speculate how and why this man got out. There was no vehicle or obvious clues of foul play. It was just weird.

The deputy then shook my hand one last time, then we parted ways again but this time he would be the last person I would see for the rest of the day.

I made my way up to the homestead, looked around but didn’t see any vehicles at all. There were signs that people had been there to vandalise or camp in the past, but nothing looked recent.

Moving on, I slowly made my way up the mesa and onto the next reservoir. It took me a couple of hours of laborious riding, but I made it to water. I had to walk through some tall grass and try to get some clear water but it was all clouded with algae no mater where I went. So I did the best I could to filter it but the water itself was still green. I still had some water from the deputy that I would drink first so would keep the green smelly water as my last resort.

After the reservoir, I worked my way up another hill then suddenly got the chime of incoming texts. I had a 1x connection. Just enough to get simple SMS to Audrey. I stopped and immediately started reading the incoming texts from Audrey, Brad, and Spot Tracker. Voice mail notifications started coming in. The last 3 days without cell connection started queueing up notifications. After a few texts, I finally had a good enough signal I called Audrey and started telling her about my weird day. She started telling me about the calls from other friends that were listed as emergency contacts that had called her before Spot Tracker services. I assured her I was still 100% healthy and pedalling the route. It was great to hear her voice again after 6 days of riding.

My signal started to degrade and I really needed to finish my day. We said our goodbyes and that I would be finished soon.

It would be a few more hours of struggled pedaling as my adrenaline had long since worn off, I hadn’t been eating enough, and just worn out from the weirdness of the day.

It started getting dark as I climbed over the last peak of my route along Hart Mountain. There was still not a soul within site or any vehicles in the distance. Mosquitos started attacking me along Guano creek, so I had to keep moving.

Shortly after sundown, I was still riding to my destination. Bike light and headlamp on, I picked my way down the rocky road to the Hart Mountain campground where I could see traffic moving around and people alight by campfire. It was pushing near 10pm by the time I found a site to settle for the night.

Too tired to mess around with any food, I ate my last protein bar (I still had lots of other food left), drank as much water my stomach could hold, and gave my dusty legs a quick wipe-down. Even after all these days of riding in sandals, I found my first tick attached to a thick part of my foot. Could have been far worse. A quick check-in on the Spot tracker to show my location for the night and I was out.

I don’t think I had fallen asleep any faster during my trip, but I was plagued by vivid dreams and the occassional coyote in the distance.

Nonetheless, it was a good day.

-Tomas

PS: This day was absolutely bizarre. The story has now been picked up by several news outlets and blogs. Thanks everyone, I’m just glad he’s OK.

Here are just a few outlets that either interviewed me or ran the story before I could finish my own account blog posts:

Update 20190728:19:20 I was just on Fox12 about this story:

Update 20190803:08:38

The Oregonian has posted an Updated Story from more of Mr Randolph’s perspective.

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17 Comments

  1. Well done Tomas, in saving the life of Greg Randolph. It must have been quite a shock to have come across him on your own like that, a bit spooky, being so alone and far from help.

    Wishing you happy trails.

    A

  2. Thank you for what you did for that older man. Your blog looks interesting too!

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  4. I read your story from a local online news outlet (the biggest one in our country though). What an experience and epic journey. I like bikepacking too, but never have a trip as adventurous as yours ones. Please keep sharing your stories, they’re fun to read and there are useful learning experience from your journey.

  5. Hey Tomas! You are amazing! I’m a physician in Oregon and I would have no idea how to survive on such a bike trip. My ex was a bicycler. He’d try to get me to go on romantic bike trips (even on our honeymoon). I’d always start hitchhiking within the first 5-10 miles. I’d usually get rides in the back of pickup trucks to our destination. Love hearing about your adventures. Just the kind of trips I could never see myself taking since I get sunburned within 30 minutes and am usually unprepared (in Birkenstocks). One time he had me biking down a highway in North Carolina at 3 am with no lights! Every time I heard a semi coming I rode into the ditch. Spent most of my time crawling in an out of the ditch beside the highway. No idea what a spot checker is. Glad you had one. I wish I had a spot checker for all my bike trips with ex-hubby. Could have called for help sooner! I really love your story. So inspiring! Yes, YOU ARE A HERO. Accept it. Most people couldn’t make it 6 days on a high desert bike trip to even reach this guy. He would have died had he been waiting for me.

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  7. Amazing story! I’ve read it full, without a stop, like a good novel. Guy’s lucky you were prepared and right there. These kind of stories make people and societies better and I think we may need that kind of story in Poland to make people respect each other again, especially drivers respect cyclists. There are still good people out there, but the extremes are moving outwards again and the Internet makes hate spreading easily. Your story is a great contribution not only to your community, but also to the world. Thank you.

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