Nehalem State Park to Cape Lookout State Park

It was a beautiful if windy evening when we went to bed, but it was foggy when we awoke, so the tent is soggy again.  Seems fairly standard now.  Anyway, we discovered that our Lumix camera takes photos if you tap the screen on the back, so here’s one Diane took by accident.
 
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The fog has cleared by the time we’ve finished up our breakfast at Wanda’s in Nehalem, and we have a lovely ride along the river and out to the sea again.
 
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They seem fully tsunami-aware around here, with signs telling you you are entering or leaving a tsunami area, and also where to run when things go bad.
 
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We passed through the little town of Garibaldi, presumably named after the excellent biscuit.  The white blob in this shot is a large G on the hillside.  Presumably they were going for the full monty, Hollywood style, but couldn’t afford it.
 
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We then rode through Tillamook, the big cheese in this area (ha, ha), and had coffee while we decided which route to take.
 
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Whatever, I forgot to mention that Diane and I had an, er, coming together this morning which resulted in me falling off.  Luckily, I didn’t injure my wrists by letting my left knee and ribs take the impact.  Hurt like hell.  Anyway, I noticed in Tillamook that my headset had come loose (the handlebars had been twisted round because of the impact), so I borrowed a couple of 32mm spanners from Trask Mountain Cycle, and Bob’s your uncle.
 
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Anyway, shortly thereafter, we passed mile 500.  A quarter of the way to San Diego.  Here’s the evidence, and also one of those shots of the two of us taken with the camera held at arm’s length, next to possibly the most disgusting portable toilet on the West Coast.
 
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We’re staying at the hiker-biker in Cape Lookout State Park, which is lovely.
 
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However, a load of guys and gals roll up: they’re going to a wedding just up the way, and they’ve cycled the 100  miles from Portland.  Most are toting beer, so they all set up and then sit up chatting til the wee small hours, and singing to the tunes on a ukelele which someone has brought.
 
Eventually, we drop off to sleep.
 
 
 
 

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