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DAY 06
Another foggy day...but a good one

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ROUTE: Gold Beach OR to Crescent City CA DISTANCE: 57 Miles WINDS: Light
WEATHER: Cool and foggy, high 59 degrees TERRAIN: Rolling TOTAL CLIMBING: 2544 Feet

DAILY REPORT:  Today we finished our Oregon portion of the ride.  At mile 34 we entered our second and last state, California.  Paul said we would be warm, the sun would be shining, and we'd be greeted by bathing beauties in bikinis.  Well, I guess they got tired of waiting or got cold.  By the time we got to California, everyone in the area were dressed in coats and long pants.  I'm sure we'll get in some warm weather soon...California is like that.  Sorry we missed the bikinis though.

First let me say that there are not enough synonyms for the word spectacular to describe the Oregon Coast.  Today was another absolutely (insert your own synonym here because I've run out) day on the bike...but bummer, it was overcast, but still (synonym) none-the-less.  It was pretty clear when we left the motel so the first few miles we could see the shoreline, but we had areas of fog that obscured most of the highly scenic areas.  It wasn't a total bust though, we saw enough to make it interesting. 

Our morning started out with a sudden jolt...right out of the motel we started up.  The first punch was about a 4 mile ascent to the top of the cliffs overlooking the ocean...but what a reward.  In spite of the haze and fog, as soon as the views opened up it was hard to ride because of all the distractions of the beautiful views.  For days now we've been witnessing the spectacular handiwork of some supreme being...this just couldn't have happened.  All along the coastline rugged mountains stand majestically over the Pacific Coastline overlooking frothy waves as they splash against large rock formations that thrust themselves out of the the water.  Piles of weather hardened driftwood have been deposited all along quiet sandy beaches which made me wonder how far they had come before finding this final resting place.  Of all the portraits I've seen of scenes in America, I don't think I've ever seen many more beautiful than what we witnessed this morning...Norman Rockwell like when we could see it.  Plus, all along this region there are historical towns like Port Orford, Klamath, Gold Beach, Brookings, and Crescent City.  But the coastline also has smaller more artsy and agricultural communities like Langlois, Aophir, Anesika Beach, Smith River, and Pistol River where the pace is much slower than what most of us are accustomed to and it's nice to see towns without McDonalds arches and all their rivals in fast food dotting the landscape.  Here, there's an abundance of crab shacks, small family owned cafes, and small markets where the owner knows everyone within 10 miles of their business.  Hey, I don't even know my next door neighbor in Prattville.

Now that I've had a little time to stop blithering about how beautiful the scenery is here, I'll describe the rest of the day.  We experienced stark differences throughout the day in spite of the shortish mileage.  The morning climb on 101 was completely tree lined with the focus being on getting to the top.  If you wanted to see any of the sights, you had to take short side trips toward the coast to see them.  It wasn't long before 101 skirted the shoreline which normally gives us breathtaking views of the surf and the rugged coast, but today the sights were obscured.  By the afternoon, we left the coast for a trip a bit more inland through rich agricultural areas that definitely broke up the day.  We even rode through the Easter Lilly capital of the world...or at least they claim they are.  Finally, the last 3 miles were back on the coast line again with spectacular views of Castle Rock Game Preserve just off shore as we approached Crescent City.  This preserve is 14 acres of gagged rock and sloping meadows which serves as home for many species of migratory sea and shore birds along with sea lions and elephant seals.  It's the largest seabird colonies on the west coast.  Last year as I was standing gazing through my binoculars, I could hear the loud calls of the sea lions as they lounged along the shore...something you just don't see or hear in Alabama.  I think this has been one of the most enjoyable rides I've been associated with...basically nice weather, great people, and eye candy everywhere.

Tomorrow we take a day off.  I think most of the riders are ready for a time off the bike, but I may go ride up the road, but I can't go too far since we have 4 new riders to orientate tomorrow.  It might be tempting if the weather clears...just can't let the beauty go to waste.  Might be a nice chance to just go for a ride...we'll see.  What ever we do, it won't start early.  Tomorrow there won't be a journal entry...see you on Sunday.  Have a nice weekend. 

 

HEARD DURING THE DAY:

"That was the best ride I never saw."

"There's rocks down there somewhere."

"I was following Cy's wheel, and poof, he disappeared."

"Oh!  There's a rock!"
"Where!?"
"Oops, it's gone."

"Trees, water, surf, rocks...what's the big deal?"

"I'm disappointed, I haven't seen a wheat field all week."

"You sure like that pink pump don't you?"
"Yep, it's a pretty day."
"What's that got to do with the pink pump."
"Just changing the subject."

Conversation at an overlook:
"Janette, are you afraid of heights?"
"Not really, I married one."  (Mike and Janette Heitz)

I'm not addicted...I can stop any time I want!

SCENES OF THE DAY

This tree was over 1600 years old when it was felled.  Now it is displayed in Crescent City as a reminder of how insignificant we really are.

The fact the van is big, has New Hampshire plates, has bike racks on top, and has a bike rack on the back does not support the fact that the riders say they can never tell the difference in our van and others that pass by.  Barb did her part to make it noticeable...the floral arrangement was a nice touch; however, now when she passes by, Paul's allergies flair up and he sneezes...but after his eyes stop watering, he knows it was our van that passed by.

One of the impressive things about the scenes around here is how long they've been here...millions of years for sure.  But since the Arches were obscured today, our creative riders (Rachel, Bill, Cy, and Paul) simulated the view for the remaining riders to admire.  I was fooled, I think their efforts enhanced our viewing experience.  At least Cy and Paul are as old as the rocks.

Tom usually follows Cy (no matter where they end up), but this morning as Cy rode off into the fog, Tom had to refer to his route sheet for the first time.  "This can't be too hard," He thought, "Cy's been doing it."  "Hmmm, what's that 'R' mean?  Oh, there's another one." 

Today.

Same shot last year...This is what is usually looks like.

A house divided! 

There was a rock there a minute ago.

What's better than an obscene desert?  TWO obscene deserts!  Cy, I don't think those are on the "I want to be a better climber" diet.

When you get cold, just find a cuddly bear to keep you warm.

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