Hey, come and join the party!
I laboured the last very hilly 20km to get to a campground called Sunset Bay, convinced by its name it was going to be paradise on earth, but that last hour of riding was interrupted by my first rains of the trip. I limped into the campground and I heard “Hey, come and join the party!”.
I looked up and there was a group of 30-somethings, all cyclists doing the coastal route, and by 6pm, they were already well oiled from several drinks. The table was littered with bottles of wine, fizz and whiskey.
I pitched my tent, grabbed my food, and joined them until my befuddled brain ( from jetlag, I hasten to add) told me enough was enough. I crashed out at 8.30 and found myself awake at 4am and ready to go….but of course I didn’t, not until 9am anyway.
This morning I discovered what all the fuss was about in naming it Sunset Bay…..a sheltered bay with a little-used beach. Now that I am on the coastal trail through Oregon, I’m meeting up with other cyclists all heading south, and we are spontaneously forming our own travelling community, meeting up at campgrounds and watering holes.
But I have to confess some disappointment with the route through Oregon. We have seen next to nothing of the coast, largely because of the huge managed fir tree forests that cover the entire landscape. Natural forests would have been more interesting, but hundreds of miles of firs (all of them an investment for some bank or pension fund) makes for boring cycling.
I’m now only a day or so from northern California, with its promise of the redwoods……roll on!