Two days in one, as one was pretty short. Up at relative sparrow’s, and off to Newport to pick up some spares at Newport Bike, which was just about open when we rolled up. After breakfast at Stephanie’s Cafe, rather marvellous, we had to ride over another stuffing bridge to get out of town.
We stopped at the little town of Waldport to go to the farmer’s market, in bright sunshine. It’s not the farmer’s market we know, as it doesn’t really sell food, but crafty things like violins and artisan coffee. Hey ho. We satisfied our needs at Ray’s Food Market (“a gift from our family to yours”) and headed for our campground. As we left, things became steadily more and more foggy, until we were right in it, and a minor howling gale. We set up and chatted to our neighbour, a ski instructor from France cycling north from LA to Victoria, BC, with his surfboard.
The beach was lovely, but cold.
Cold food from Ray’s deli, and we hit the hay just before dark again.
Up at 7:30. Everything is wet, and likely to remain so, as the fog is still down and it’s sort-of raining. The few large splats we heard hitting the tent during the night were, in fact, bird droppings, which I have to clean from one side of the tent. We eat egg sandwiches, pack up, and we’re off. We stop for coffee in Yachats, pronounced “yar hats” in a sort of a Sloaney way. Not “Yatchats”, which is what we had been calling it.
On the way out of town, we pass Gender Drive, but apparently it’s a dead end.
It’s a big area for seals and sealions, so Diane goes off to the beach to photograph some. She comes back looking like she’s been immersed in the sea.
Eventually, we breeze into Florence, where we find the Hot Rod Grill. We didn’t eat here, though, but at the fish place over the road, a former gas station called the Fish Station, on the recommendation of a motorcycling couple from Las Vegas that we met at a viewpoint just outside town.
Chowder for Diane, fish tacos for me. Delicious.
Diane’s salad contained whale-shaped croutony things which she really liked. So here’s a picture of one.
Then we arrive at Honeyman State Park and set up in the Hiker-Biker again. In Oregon, these cost 5$ each person per night, with hot showers thrown in. We’ll probably stay here for two nights and take a look around, maybe pop back into Florence for another fish taco and whale croutons.
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