Gold Beach to Harris Beach State Park

It’s raining when we get up, so we go out for breakfast and then procrastinate until we reach the hour of checking out, and have to leave the motel.
P10009580001.JPG (800x600 pixels)
We have to go up a big hill, and once over the top, so to speak, the weather perks up and it becomes quite genial.  More fantastic coastline.
P10009630001.JPG (800x600 pixels)
The roads around here are prone to sliding into the sea, so we encounter surfaces in just about every condition known to man.  Good, recently laid with a wide shoulder, lovely for riding, down to knackered, potholed, third-world tarmac strewn with gravel and with no shoulder at all.  This makes sharing the road with logging trucks and giant RVs towing full-size SUVs rather tricky.  Not to say quite scary at times.
And then: our first puncture, over 800 miles in.  Diane rides her front wheel over…..a bunch of safety pins.  At least it makes a nice small hole.
P10009670001.JPG (800x600 pixels)
The coastline gets nicer and nicer until we arrive at Harris Beach, just outside Brookings.  It’s a lovely site, so we decide to stay another day, as does just about everyone we meet.
P10009820001.JPG (800x600 pixels)
Harris Beach itself is lovely, and Diane finally gets to see a Tufted Puffin: they live on this island, just off the beach.
P10009950001.JPG (800x600 pixels)
There’s also loads of squirrels, who obviously get fed by the passers-by, as they just lounge about waiting for food to be thrown to them.
P10009850001.JPG (800x600 pixels)
Brookings itself is undistinguished, but we have another Mexican meal.  California here we come !

Leave a Reply

You can use these HTML tags

<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>