Day 5
Tilamook smells like poop
Riding in the rain is no fun.
Riding on unlit streets is especially no fun. Raccoons eating all your food makes for an exceptionally memorable evening.
Day 6
Took a detour to an artichoke farm. Sampled the world's finest jams, salsas, humus, and syrups. Rode a lot of miles but didnt make it too far south. Found camp kiwanda. Met a fellow from Scotland named Sandy who is on his way to Mexico. We all hiked in the dunes that night to watch the sunset, enjoyed hot beans, tortillas and hummus over a fire and Washed it all down with a local IPA. A man named grizzly, who tours the west coast on his wheelchair, kept us great company with a hearty laugh and stories of Woodstock.
Day 7
Sandy joined our riding team since we are all heading the same way. Enjoyed amazing scenery along the coastal ride today. Made some stops at lookout points and made it down to south beach with our new friend. Had a campfire and cooked some beans and snacked on more salty tortillas. I learned the hardway not to trust the critters that hang out at campsites, so sandy helped me tie our food in a tree to keep the raccoons out. With a spliff hanging out his mouth, Sandy shimmyed up the slimey moss tree to adjust our rope. We all slept peacefully and woke up dry.
