67 miles to go

I'm basking in the afternoon sun on a wild beach just north of Floras Lake, which is near Langlois, down around Cape Blanco and Port Orford.  I dragged into here after 23 miles, lots of it on loose sand.  It might have even been more loose stuff than yesterday but at least I didn't have a headwind.  If you looked at the track of my  footsteps it would show a snaky line all over the beach as I looked for the elusive hard sand. The day started in drizzling rain and continued that way until about 12:30. The rain on the tent last night was no problem and my shower at Bullard's Beach this morning was great. It was not great going over the bridge across the Coquille River.  There is no shoulder, the  guardrail is low and not built where it's easy to hold and the traffic was very fast.  I pushed the button to activate the lights indicating a person or bike was on the roadway but I couldn't tell it made any difference in the speed of the traffic.  I had to awkwardly grab the rail several times to avoid being blown off balance by passing cars and at least one log truck. Was really glad when I got to the other side!  So far that's winning the most unpleasant experience prize for this trip.  I hope I have no other nominees for that category.  It looks like I have only around 67 miles to go before my goal of reaching the California border. Piece of cake!

It must have been a great honor to ride on the Cranberry Court float in the Bandon parade!  Now the float sits forlorn in a nondescript parking lot outside of town.  Below shows me on the rainy beach starting out from Bandon's south jetty.  The sand was nice and hard there for several miles so I'm naively smiling.  Other pics show the prime real estate of this evening's camp.  

24 miler

Today I did 16 miles down yet another deserted beach to Horsfall Beach, where I took a taxi to save 25 miles of road walking through North Bend and coos Bay.  It dropped me at seven devil's recreation area, way out in the middle of nothing, where I rejoined the beach for an 8 mile walk to Bullard's Beach SP.  I had to hustle to get around some rocks before  they were inundated by the tide but hardly got my feet wet.  There was alsoo a one mile walk from the beach to the campground.  I'm in the hiker/biker camp with a couple from Chicago who are biking from Portland to somewhere in California
And a dreadlocked guy from Olympia who's cycling south, maybe Mexico.  Rain is coming tonight or tomorrow so I've set up my tent carefully.  I'll save taking a shower for morning.  If it's dreary I won't want to be leaving soon anyway.  I had lots of soft sand today, and a headwind.  Had some soft footing yesterday too but nothing like today's. Man, it really slows you down.  I distracted myself by trying to compose a Limerick about it but the muse wasn't there so I have nothing to inflict on you.
Feeling good, blisters no problem.

Today's taxi driver.  You talkin' to me??

bridge over Coos Bay

Food lockers with solar powered charging stations.  Only in the hiker biker camp and only a $5 fee to stay.

It is so nice to have a table.

Know when to walk away, know when to run.

Today I gambled and lost. The guidebook talked about a choice between catching a ride across the Umpqua River with a sport fisherman or taking an extended road walk. The road part would have been three point three miles on dirt followed by eight and a half miles on Highway 101. I was having a good time walking along the beach in good weather and decided to go for the jetty. When I reached the Sandy Beach mentioned in the book there wasn't a boat in sight. I decided it wasn't worth waiting around and didnt see any other way so turned back, resulting in a total lost bet of 12 miles, 6 each way. The good news is I only had to walk about a mile up the road until I got cell service and called the taxi who came all the way out there in the woods to pick me up. Actually it wasn't a taxi it was the taxi drivers husband and his beat up old pick up. His wife didn't want to drive her nice taxi out the rough road. He took me all the way to a store on the waterfront in Winchester Bay and it was the best $25 I've ever spent.  And, while I was waiting on him I was able to take a dip and clothes rinse in what I think was tachenitch Creek. It felt so good to get rid of all the sweat and beach salt on this 80 degree day. The water was clear, flowing, and tannin colored with a nice Sandy Bottom.  I had been running low on water before I got the pickup and when he let me off at that store I had two chocolate milks in a row. And I'm still sucking down the water here late this afternoon.  Total days mileage was about 19 not including the car ride. Tonight I'm stealth camping at a Douglas County Park just south of Winchester Bay. There has been Super Beach Dew the past two mornings and I've had to dry my tent fly off each afternoon, as I'm doing now. I found a site this afternoon under tree branches which I hope will shield me from all that wet.  The weather is to turn tomorrow and I'm not sure I'll have sun for any drying time.  I used to say I never get blisters but I've never walked in wet shoes for so long either.  I'm nursing ones on my right foot now. One is

My taxi driver, a former local tow truck guy.

Where I am tonight.

on the big toe and one's on a little toe.  No pain and I haven't even tried to Lance them yet.

Can't remember if I posted this or not.  Approaching bridge in Newport.

I just liked this detail at the alsea bridge in waldport.

Last night's camp on tahkenitch (corrected spelling) Creek.  Below is the Amanda statue on the namesake trail out of yachats the other day. I'll have to look up her significane when I get time.

Tahkenich Creek

I did right at 20 miles today.  The 8.3 road miles at Florence were mostly secondary roads so I didn't take a bus as I mentioned yesterday but walked every bit of it except for a mile or so where I thumbed a ride.  Nice lady but I couldn't understand but about half what she said so smiled and nodded a lot.  As soon as I got away from the few off-roaders zooming around the beach I had it all to myself again.  Looks like I'll have a lot of that.  My spot last night was super-isolated even though I was only three miles from Florence.  All I saw was a couple of happy coyotes loping over the dunes early this morning.  Having trouble posting pictures.  Will do so as soon as Google stops telling me I'm offline when I'm really not.

In the Dunes before Florence

Today I made it 18 miles or so to a spot north of the Siuslaw river near Florence.  I got an early start after a nice night sleeping on thick, soft moss in a mature forest a couple miles out of Yachats.  I was on forest trails, highway 101, and the beach today.  It was way more highway than I would be have liked but really wasn't that bad.  I'm glad to have the very narrow tunnel at heceta head behind me now.  I waited for a lull then sprinted through it the best I could with the pack on.  I had to sprint once yesterday too to get around a rock the incoming tide was starting to lap against.    In the tunnel I still had to turn sideways and hug the wall when a motorhome squeezed by.  Luckily he saw me and slowed down a bit.  There is supposed to be quite a bit of road walking in Florence tomorrow.  I plan on taking the bus until the next beach access.  Tonight I'm on a deserted beach behind a big clump of dune grass looking forward to some nice stars tonight and maybe even a great sunset.

Hobbit Trail out of Washburn SP.  I didn't see any.

Beach near Washburne SP from Heceta Head trail.

Heceta Head lighthouse.

This is going to be creepy.

Deserted Beach from Sea Lion Caves to dunes camp

Hard sand so stakes are staying in well.

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Greetings from Yachats

Stopped for a shower and a little clothes washing at beachside State Park and figured I might as well come on down here. Now its 4:30 and I need to go find somewhere to camp in the woods on Cape perpetua so this post will be short. Not sure my mileage at this point but it was a bunch today. Including at least two extra by making mistake at Waldport in getting to the alsea Bay Bridge.  Oh well, feeling good and ready to press on.  Had some good pizza in Waldport for lunch and I just bought a yummy looking ready-made sandwich at the store here in Yachats for dinner.

Alsea river from alsea bay bridge

Cool detail on bridge.  Solid resin stuff shining in the sun.  I would not have noticed it zipping by in a car.

16 plus miles from Beverly Beach put me to Ona Beach early this afternoon to spend the night. Ona Beach is also known as Brian Booth State Park.  I did 13 plus miles yesterday, by the way.  Across the road is a put in for Beaver Creek natural area which Diane and I have paddled several times while staying at Beachside State Park south of here near Yachats.  I'm n a stealth site just up from the beach in the stunted pines.  The beach is pretty busy but the tent is not at all visible.  I had a bunch of small stream Crossings today and now my shoes and socks are drying in the sun. Besides the usual birds I also saw a seal who was beached and miles of deserted sand.  Last night I had a good time talking to Dominic, from BC, who was cycling to San Francisco. He was really into equipment and had several pieces of cuben fiber gear, including his tent.  The only other people in the Hiker Biker Camp were a couple from Quebec who were riding their bikes to Los Angeles. I'm not sure where they started from.   With the cars going by so close, the water so far down below, and the see through guardrail on top the Yaquina Bay bridge at Newport wasn't altogether p

 Early morning clouds/fog leaving Beverly Beach.

Yaquina Bay bridge.  Rogue Ales is just below but it was too early to stop.

leasant.  My hat is off to all who have crossed it on bikes! I think that includes Paul Norman.

Will he finish this time?

Impulse buy in Depoe Bay.  Take that Jeff Sessions!

And I even saw real ones too.

Beverly Beach camp.  Made it here at 3:20 after Diane dropped me off on Salishan Spit this morning around 10:30.  I found the car keys in my pocket several hours later.  I guess she had hers and made it home okay.  Hope I'm not in the dog house!  Now I have to carry the keys for the next 250 miles.  Oh well.  Pack weighs three more pounds because of extra warm clothes and bigger water bottles.  Still only 24 pounds though.  Weather is supposed to be great for a while and there's no smoke.