After my well-rested night in the yurt I hit the road with the intent to have breakfast in Newport rather than cook my usual oatmeal (now with craisins and banana). As soon as I saw the Court House Café, I knew it was the place to fuel up.
Later on as I was being pushed by the wind, I realized I had cycled 48 km with hardly any effort. I wanted to stop at the Carl G Washburne Park but it was closed. This enticed me to call the Oregon Parks reservation line to confirm all the other parks I planned to stay in were open.
I arrived at the Umpqua Lighthouse park and approached the hiker/biker zone only to find another cyclist setting up camp. Chris gave me the impression of being ex-army, a sort of Oklahoma bomber type guy. I sensed I had invaded his privacy as he was giving me one word answers and not engaging in conversation. Eventually he warmed up and enquired about my Hennessey Hammock. He’ll be spending the next 5 weeks on the road towards Cabo San Lucas!
That night raccoons woke us up 3 times as they attempted to raid Chris’ food. Definitely not ex-army.
Later on as I was being pushed by the wind, I realized I had cycled 48 km with hardly any effort. I wanted to stop at the Carl G Washburne Park but it was closed. This enticed me to call the Oregon Parks reservation line to confirm all the other parks I planned to stay in were open.
I arrived at the Umpqua Lighthouse park and approached the hiker/biker zone only to find another cyclist setting up camp. Chris gave me the impression of being ex-army, a sort of Oklahoma bomber type guy. I sensed I had invaded his privacy as he was giving me one word answers and not engaging in conversation. Eventually he warmed up and enquired about my Hennessey Hammock. He’ll be spending the next 5 weeks on the road towards Cabo San Lucas!
That night raccoons woke us up 3 times as they attempted to raid Chris’ food. Definitely not ex-army.
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