Pacific Coast Bicycle Trip Chapter 2.0

We write from the desolate port of Brookings, moments from the California state line. The weather continues to tan our leathery hides albeit the sun protection factor of 40 we repeatedly coat ourselves with. Our mileage: 340 or so and counting.

After a windblown descent of Cape Perpetua just south of our favorite coastal town, Yachats.


Picnic, the most important meal of the day. The daily prospect for tables sheltered from the wind is an art unto itself.



Honeyman State Park, where the dunes meet the surf, and where kids surf down dunes. At the hiker-biker camp we found ourselves standing around a campfire with five other Salt Lake natives. All of them Eagle Scouts (hoot) and three of them hence named "The Utah Boys".


The arrow points south. At this site we discussed the unlikely phenomenon of bicycles exploding with a pair of nine year old boys.


Sunset Beach, located past the fishy town of Winchester where real men wear rubber boots and the boats are stacked deep with crab traps. (Bryan, this could be your home). At camp we befriended a lovely couple from Victoria Island and reunited with an acquaintance from an earlier camp. In the morning we frolicked in the low tide spying on anemones and hermit crabs and finding thrones in the masses of wave sculpted rock.

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a series of steep hills that wind to Bandon by the sea.

Fish Tacos! Best lunch in Bandon at Port o' Calls in old town.


(a)Bandon by the sea.

Liam and June seek shelter at the Seaside Motel. We were delightfully treated with a visit from Owen and Cathy who filled our bellies and our hearts with their generosity and kindness. xoxo

A Big Al thumbs up to The Oregon Coast Bicycle Route.
HOOT

The view from Humbug Mountain summit, a six mile trek from sea level. A climb easier done by the legs than by wheels, but hard on the knees nonetheless.




First flat along the 101.

Can you find Big Al in this landsape?

There he is! Next communication from the land of Californication.

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Just a quick update on our stay in Newport... We got a bit naughty and indulged in fresh sushi and frosty beer at the Rouge Brewery....then Newport freash oysters on a hot bed of coals at camp! Life is so hard on the Pacific Coast Bike Way! CHEERS!



Susan and June, the rouge and the Renegade!!!!!

The only way to eat oysters! Popped open over the hot embers.....YUM!

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Liam and June, our trusty steeds, await embarkation at Fort Stevens State Park. Anticipation is high as well as the mosquito count. We slap our legs and slather on citronella and when night falls we retreat into our tent for the first of many slumbers beneath the northwest skies...


Our first beach side picnic along highway 101, just south of Seaside Oregon. Sandwiches and chips, washed down with a frosty Ninkasi beer to remind us of our home in Eugene.

Side trip to Canon beach to see a sandcastle competition and to soak our toes in the Pacific.


We made it! After a grueling ascent that took us through a death defying tunnel (uphill) and life gratifying bridge, we stop atop and look out over Nehalem Bay. Then down, down, down into the town of Manzanita where hunker down at the Nehalem State Park for a very WET night's stay where nocturnal animals steal away our food bag leaving only shredded remains.

Needing to dry out our tent and bags, we opt for a short days ride to a hidden little gem of a county park named Barview...under a canopy of shorepines, we dry out and enjoy our solitude, listen to the oldies and crack into one heck-of-a-large can of Foster's lager.



On the road in search of northwest's finest ice cream...


Susan's ice cream flavor: espresso mocha.......Alex's flavor: peanut butter & chocolate


A series of reflections starting in Tillamook Oregon.

Following the Pacific Coast Bike Route

Liam looking good in Netarts!

Susan soaking up the scarce sun rays while ridding along Netarts Bay belly full o' chip buddy!

Cape Lookout, nestled in a rain forest right against the ocean, that boasts thus far the nicest hiker/biker campsite. Here we meet up with fellow travelers Dave and Richard, and run into our favorite barista from Eugene, George! The morning finds us pumped up and ready to climb the steep 800 foot ascent of Cape Lookout!



FREE CAMP! Getting extremely fatigued we take refuge in the Suislaw national forest.


Otis Cafe in Otis, Oregon. Molasses bread so good that it could make you cry! Perhaps the finest cafe in the county.....and perhaps the finest ride yet!

MORE TO COME..........