The 4th of July passed us by, apart from a massive number of bangs during the evening as people let off their fireworks. We thought we would cycle into town, about 4 miles, maybe watch the fireworks, but Lincoln is basically a 5-mile long strip mall next to a beach, so we didn’t, and spent the evening at the site instead, chatting to our neighbours and sharing their fire.
The following morning, Mel posed the question: Why Cook ? So we didn’t, and ate his blueberry pancakes instead.
The weather was glorious again, even though it’s apparently still Christmas.
We passed through Depoe Bay, whale-watching capital of this coast, where according to the board outside the office they’d seen 3 Gray Whales that day. The wind was brisk, though, making for a heavy sea, so we thought we wouldn’t go out today. We then climbed over the next headland on an old loop of US 101, and behold, a whale ! I didn’t get a picture of it, but here’s where it came up. Try to imagine it.
We could see the top of the headland ahead, marked by this nice house, which turned out to be a rather cheesy visitor attraction. Our campground was just at the bottom, and has direct access to the beach under 101.
We’re on another hiker-biker site, so it’s seriously quiet. Another guy rolls in later on, having had a mechanical. He’d had a puncture, and his spare tube valve had broken, so he’d had to fill his front tyre with sand in order to make it to the park.
We retire shortly before dark, and lie around in the tent reading and listening to music until we fall asleep.
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