My plan was to begin this post by celebrating my graduation from the use of Butt Butter but, alas, yesterday this proved to not be true.
We pushed over 80 miles in order to cross the Oregon/California border and my pride could not prevent another application, after a week free!
Enough of that.
After our first stay in an RV park, away from the dense coverage of the forested hiker/biker campgrounds we have been pleasantly been staying in, we are now spending some time in Crescent City getting things done (buying giant flipflops for Manna, finding a new fishing pole as well since his fly-rod broke (after catching three fishies), adjusting his headset, uploading pictures and, most importantly, spending a bit of time off the saddle.
After a week of coastal fog coverage, we were bathed in sunlight yesterday entering California. Oddly, the winds also turned from tail to head in a grueling final 20 mile homestretch.
In Charleston, Oregon, we had the most splendid stay with Barb & Hans, (thank you Mark for the connection!) whose vegetable garden was so filled of luscious produce, the guest house refrigerator was stocked with raspberries, cauliflower, and a few freshly plucked chickens. The conversation, home-cooking away from our tiny MSR stove, and fresh laundry was sweet change.
The coast continues to amaze despite the fact that I’ve driven it many times. The Oregon Cycling signage kept us off of the 101 as much as possible and through walks of opulent lifestyles of coastal villas and coastal RV’s.