Terry has a 4 day work week, a wonderful thing, but it meant that she was up at 4:30 to exercise and then worked from 7 to 5. We try to make sure we say goodbye to our hosts in the morning when we leave, but that was a little earlier than we could get up. Kim however had a later start and so we got to spend some quality time with him over coffee in the morning. When Kim headed out, he suggested we stay for a bit to let the light drizzle clear up and to give the sun time to burn the fog off. We only had a 50ish mile ride ahead of us and we were forecast to get the tailwind I had been expecting to push us along. It also gave me time to repair my rear tube, the patch I had put on the day before had come a bit loose. I put that down to my own ineptitude rather than the patch failing.
We left Gold Beach and were shortly wowed. Visibility wasn’t great at times, but the next 20 miles of riding confirmed what I had been told earlier, the Oregon coast gets more beautiful the further south you go. Some parts were simply breathtaking and I hope that my pictures have come out well enough. Although the wind wasn’t really blowing in off the ocean, there were some huge waves crashing in. The raw power of the Pacific was spectacular and it combined with the winds created some superb formations along the coastline.
The 12 miles before we got to Brookings were Samuel H. Boardman State Scenic Corridor. It contained my favourite part of the coastline, an area called Arch Rock. I tried to make a video to capture it’s glory, but it’s a bit difficult without a decent zoom.
We got to Brookings and were out not much later. I stopped to get my rear tyre inflated properly at a Les Schwab tyre place and it was pumped up and I was out in under a minute. The glory of compressed air.
A few miles past Brookings we arrived at the California state border and it was time for another picture. We were fortunate and for the first time there were other cyclists at the state sign when we were there. That meant I didn’t have to perform my usual convoluted madness which tends to involve attaching my tripod to whatever is magnetic nearby and hoping it’s within zoom range.
California made for our 21st state with only 3 more to go until we part way. Nevada, Utah and Arizona lie ahead although it’ll take a 2-3 weeks until we arrive in Nevada. We’ll be spending some downtime in San Francisco and of course time to explore Yosemite. The ride from the border down to our host Gerry’s house was a nice fairly flat ride along the 101. A few miles were lined with tall trees, a warmup for the redwoods that await us. I also noticed that CA really likes its mile markers. Most other states have them every mile, CA seemed to have them at random distances, but it wasn’t rare to see 5+ in a mile.
During our short time in CA we passed 3 cycle tourists. The first was a girl from Louisiana who was riding by herself from Portland down to Los Angeles. The second and third were both stopped at the side of the road. One of them was a guy who was bicycle touring with a backpack and a dog. The other was a guy who said the thing under his saddle was a 4 cylinder motor to help him up hills. Unfortunately for him, he said his chain had broken although it looked fine to me. The joy of riding on the ACA route, meeting random cyclists.
We made it to Gerry’s, our host for the night, place and found him busy at work. He is currently working on renovating his house before his wife moves up. I worked on the blog and C spoke to him about his plans and got some local knowledge about places to go to in California. While he is renovating he is living in a caravan and it’s great. It’s easily got space to seat 6 and has a shower that rises up from almost nothing. With a long ride planned for the following day we headed to sleep early although with the neighbour having band practice at 10pm I didn’t fall straight to sleep.