We woke up and all our stuff was dry. A night inside and a dryer can do that. Thanks again to Jimmy from the Seaside Brewing Company for letting us crash at his place! We haven’t seen this type of humidity since we left Houston. It’s the first time in a couple of days that I don’t have to put my feet into wet shoes. Right now having dry feet feels glorious. It’s the small things…
The coast is beautiful! At least that’s what we hear. It’s been hiding behind a curtain of fog since we arrived. The fog is so thick we have to wear our raincoats for much of the time because of the constant misting.
A note on raincoats: Exercising in a raincoat is unpleasant. Raincoats don’t “breath”, and while they’re very good at keeping the elements out, they’re also very good at keeping our elements in. Any perspiration gets trapped inside. So either way, we end up wet.
We’ve slowed down and cut our mileage back hoping the weather will blow over. After biking all this way, we don’t want to miss these views. A few times throughout the morning we’re treated to a moment of clarity, but just as quickly a new wave of fog blows in.
Southbound on Oregon’s route 101 is a very popular cycling ride. At one overlook there were seven of us (eight if you count baby Leo). Here we are waiting for the fog to clear, checking out each other’s gear, cooing over the baby. Stef & Ashley are riding to San Francisco. Brad and Mary are towing their infant in a trailer while their friend, Jo, tows her yellow lab (which she trained to run along side her on the uphills). Their bikes are heavy!
Mid-afternoon Scott & I decide to wait it out in a public library and are happy to see it cleared up after 5pm, as did a lot of the traffic. I’m beginning to appreciate what all the fuss is about.