|View north from Astoria|
|Coffee and Bakery in Astoria|
|Youngs River Falls|
For us all the way!!! We love and miss you DadJ……
BE in the moment….Be kind to the ones you love…SAVOR the DAY!
9/10 - 9/11
Newport to Florence, Oregon
We ended our day at Honeyman Memorial Campground in the hiker/biker sites. Note: Sometimes the hiker/biker sites
I on the other hand get to do the tent stuff…I think I have the “putting up the tent” down to just under 3 minutes!!! Its the little things….right?
So. We needed a mechanic in a town thar has none…but wait, maybe one. Lincoln city hasd no town. It’s one of those soulless places. One long strip mall. Like 10 miles long. And at the end of the mall supposedly is a bike shop. So with our 4.9 mile per hour top end single speed when begin the 2 hour spin in search of the bike shop. Oh no! it’s not there! But wait! Ther’s a van that says Bike Newport. [the next town down about 30 miles] and they are closing up shop in deadbeat Lincoln city and takin their gear back to the mother shop. And, they got room for our tandem. Timming is everything and we just cought them before they left. So we loaded the mule into the trailer and went to their very cool shop in Newport. Complete with a lounge, showers, laundry, and a keg from rogue brewery. All for the wayward touring cyclist.
Astoria to Manzanita, Oregon
After having spent 5 nites in Astoria, at the Norblad Hostel and enjoying one of the local cafes (Blue Scorcher) and
One of the 2 breweries (Ft George Brewing Co) we left for our descent on the Oregon border. We escaped the Columbia
Heading out on the wrong highway! Although it only cost us 12 miles or so the extended loop that we headed out on
Took us by a beautiful waterfall…the roads were windy and nice and not busy at all. At the top of a long climb we
Discovered that our rear wheel was out of true and a few spokes were loose and broken and made our final descent into
Seaside a little uncomfortable! Ruining what could have been a screaming descent! Fortunately for us we found a bike
Shop that had been family owned and operated for many years….they made it right for us! After having a little lunch we headed back out on to Hwy 101. Lots of traffic, a scary loud tunnel, some hard climbs and rain……..but thru it all….imagine…winding thru this beautiful mountainous coastline with fog and mist all around…glimpses of earily gray ocean waves…SWEEEET!…..but then you feel you’re ass grinding in the seat…and reality has set back in! you’re still trying to get up this hill….okay..you make it….but you make it to this quaint little town called Manzanita (in the RAIN!) just 2 miles before the damn campground ( you’ve been on the bike all day and you’re hungry!!) you see this cute little hotel…okay,that’s it we’re checkin in!!!
|Our friend Karl Mayor of all Bike Camps|