A sparkly blue day for our first cycling in Oregon, where we’d been promised fantastic scenery. The Oregonians, in their wisdom, have established the Oregon Coast Cycle Trail, with helpful signs showing you where to go, even if they do run along good ‘ol US 101, our old friend.
We saw lots of wildlife, mostly birdy, but signs promised us Elk. We didn’t see any.
First stop, Seaside. An apt name, as it’s by the sea. Lewis and Clark’s guys spent a winter here boiling seawater to get salt. They should have had a cherry pastry from the bakery like we did, much nicer.
Next, Cannon Bay, hard by Ecola Beach (which plays a passing role in Point Break, sitting in for Australia, film lovers). This is called Haystack Rock, and is supposed to be home to Tufted Puffins, but again, no joy.
We then cycled through an uphill tunnel on 101 which made every car sound like a Black Hawk helicopter was chasing you, and then climbed up to the high point of the day. Bad hair, Paul.
We are staying in Nehalem State Park, right on the Pacific, in the hiker-biker campground, on the spit of land behind us in the shot above.
A jolly evening was had when we found we were near the little town of Manzanita, whence we rode and spent a couple of hours in the evening. Mirror Pond was the new beer of the evening. Sounds like a character from Dr Who to me.
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