WHAT IS THAT NOISE?! Something very loud wakes me from my slumber.
Jake brakes. It’s barely dawn and the logging trucks are already on the road. We’re stealth camped on a trail just off the road. The foliage is so thick we only need to be a few feet in and we’re hidden, even with our pumpkin orange tent.
We chose this route because it’s rural, far away from any highway or city or anywhere anyone would be trying to get to. Apparently though, our road runs straight through logging country. So it’s us and the big rigs, on roads so narrow they didn’t even bother painting the white lines. I’ve already written how I feel about narrow roads and big rigs. But by mid morning we think they have radio’d our whereabouts to each other because most of the trucks seem to be moving over in advance of coming up on us on the winding road.
Otherwise, we’re giddy with excitement. Today we will reach the Oregon coast. The main reason for riding all this way northwest was to ride down the coast, particularly the Oregon coast. Scott rode part of it back in 2002 and was impressed enough to convince me to do this giant detour.
After 4,623 miles, we roll up on the beach and put our soggy feet in the sand. We’ve been welcomed to the coast with typical Oregon coastal weather: cold and rainy. We can’t see much past the surf due to the fog so I can’t comment on its impressive beauty. We head south from here, more or less following route 101 all the way to Mexico!
We stay at the beach only briefly before taking shelter back in our tent. We find it funny that after all these miles we are right back to where we started on our first day out of Houston, hiding in our tent, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain as it slowly lulls us to sleep.