Who loaded me up with all this stuff? The bike and gear weighs in at around 74 lbs.. Rob at Mystic Cycle Center replied, "Is that all?!" I am akin to a long distance hauler; 30 gears to keep me moving forward.
Within a few miles I met my first cyclist, a woman touring solo. She was headed down the Oregon coast from Vancouver. We exchanged notes, wished each other well and off we went at our own pace.
Shorty after, I hooked up with two guys, one Canadian, one Brit, 28 and 29 respectively. I suggested we average our ages to make me feel better about being 65. The Brit was headed for Mexico and the Canadian to the Calufornia border.
We stopped at the Tillamook cheese factor and pick up some chunks. Americans haven't a clue about what good cheese is about. Our wines are pretty good but we are flunk when it comes to good cheese. Anyways eventually wensplit off and I headed down 101. I hung a wrong turn which saving myself several miles but bypassed some scenic coastline. At Pacific City I call it a day. Given the pricey lodging and droves of surfers, I I took refuge at a state camp site. I set up my bivy sak, mattress and sleeping bag and headed off for some liquid refreshment. The local brew, Pelican, was excellent. I slid into my sleeping quarters early and can't say I had the best nights sleep. I felt like my bivy sak was shrink wrapped around me. Condensation and overall discomfort were deal breakers. From now forward I will use the camping option as a last resort. A funny thing about the camping area, a few years back someone released a few rabbits. Needless to say, the place is over run by them! Have rabbits will multiple.
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