You win some and you lose some when it comes to campgrounds, and we definitely pulled the short straw when we picked Barview Jetty County Campground last night. We arrived as the sun was setting.
Sarah went to arrange a spot for us:
Sarah: Hi, we’d like a Hiker/Biker camp spot please.
Attendant: We have one left. It will be $10 plus a $10 reservation fee.
S: We don’t have a reservation.
A: We still have to charge you the $10 reservation fee.
S: Why? I didn’t make a reservation so I shouldn’t have to pay the reservation fee.
This surreal circular confabulation went on for about five minutes until the attendant finally agreed to wave the reservation fee. It reminded me of a similar conversation I had with a shopkeeper in Siberia when I cycled through there.
Scott: I would like to buy that loaf of bread please.
Shopkeeper: We don’t have any bread for sale today.
Scott: There is bread right there in the display case.
Shopkeeper: That is Tuesday’s bread and today is Monday.
Scott: I will pay for the bread today.
Shopkeeper: Nyet! The bread is for Tuesday.
The night went downhill from there. We were wedged into a sandpit, surrounded by 314 other groups of campers. Our closest neighbors decided to let their child cry it out for a half hour around 2 a.m.
We were up early and anxious to leave this little slice of the Redneck Riviera. As a mid 17th century proverb states, “Good fences make good neighbors”, WanderWheels adds the corollary , “… but two wheels let you leave the neighbors behind”.
The city of Tillamook provided mouthfuls of free nourishment. The first stop was Tillamook Country Smoker where the meat is smoked on premises. We purchased a pound of jalapeño beef jerky (and we probably consumed an equal portion of free samples).
The main gastronomic attraction for the day was the Tillamook Creamery. Sarah was definitely in her happy place. We made multiple trips through the cheese sample line, followed by a lunch of grilled ham and cheese, a sample of fudge, a dessert of ice cream, followed by another trip through the cheese sample line. Free food makes bicycle tourists really happy.
After emerging from a lactose induced coma, we decided to gleefully ignore the road closed signs and climb to see the Cape Meares lighthouse. It quickly became apparent why this particular section of road was closed.
Whole road sections were split open, while others were sheared. It appeared as if there was an earthquake at some point. With no automobile traffic, riding the section of road was wonderful.
The day ended in a beautiful spot in Cape Lookout State Park, nestled among the trees and in view of the surf.