We crossed into Oregon yesterday via a tiny ferry from Cathlamet, WA to Westport, OR.
This morning, we had planned to get an early start, but woke up to rain, so we slept for another hour until the rain stopped. Then we headed south on 101 for a full day of riding on the coast, ending just north of Tillamook, OR.
It feels good to be on the coast, but this leg of our trip is definitely different than Washington. In Washington, we were in small towns and on country roads. Here we’re going through coastal tourist towns on a busy road. Also, apparently Oregon is land of the RVs. I can’t believe the size of some of them—bigger than a city bus! And definitely not driven by the most competent drivers. But in the midst of the traffic, there have been some amazing moments. We passed a huge herd of elk yesterday outside Astoria. This afternoon, a bald eagle cruised right over our heads. These roads are much harder on a bike than in a car, but we get to see all the amazing little details that our RV roadmates are missing out on.
So far we’re six days biking without a rest since Seattle, and we’re both feeling it. We’re hungry (even though we’re eating A LOT) and sore (beyond sore) and I’m sporting a sunburn on both my legs. But we’re planning to get to Devil’s Lake tomorrow, north of Lincoln City, and then take a day off to sleep in and eat our body weight in diner breakfasts. For now, I’m going to go heat up a pot of beans, take a shower, and go to sleep!