At 4am we had our first encounter with a raccoon. We had left the milk on the table outside in a saucepan which has a cheeky handle that clips over the lid sealing it. We heard a massive clatter, causing Tim to leap (as best you can from a sleeping bag) out of the tent to find a raccoon nonchalantly trying to get into the milk. As the crazed Paddy ran and screamed at him he finally ran away leaving the saucepan unbreached - result.
The cycling day started, as ever with the mother of all climbs up to Sandlake. We were dying for coffee so snuck into a shop for polystyrene vats of coffee which we drank cowering around the corner form the locals.
11 miles later we pulled into Cape Kiwanda, thinking another cup of coffee may help our tiredness. The only problem - not only does Tim have no money, he also has no wallet! We had just coasted down a long steep hill and at the top was Tim's wallet. Ina slight panic we had a bit of a dither, where we considered and dismissed thumbing a lift back. Eventually we phoned the shop where we were dealt some good luck. Not only did the lady on the other end find the wallet she also then drove it down the road to us!
Calm again, we lunched on the beach and laughed at the fact we had just wasted an hour and a half with this little adventure.
Back on Hwy 871 we made good time through Pacific City, back onto 101 on to Oretown and Neskowin. A few miles south we followed scenic route along Slab Creek Road. This involved 4 miles of climbing on a fairly rough road through woodland alongside a creek (you would never have guessed). Reaching the top, the road surface was newly laid and a fantastic drop took us into Otis. As I followed Tim down he looked tiny in comparison to the enormity of our surroundings.
Eventually we arrived in Devils Lake State Park, Lincoln City, having: passed through Neotsu; been accosted by a crazed homeless guy trying to convert us to God (I'm not sure 'I am an atheist' helped our matters), and cycled along a fairly nasty built up stretch of hwy 101.
Circling the campsite a lot of the pitches were flooded. Looking at each other we simultaneously said 'lets get a yurt'. These are glorified tents with a wooden skeleton, heating, lighting, a bed and enough room to spin 100 more cats than you can in our lightweight tent! Luxury!
The cycling day started, as ever with the mother of all climbs up to Sandlake. We were dying for coffee so snuck into a shop for polystyrene vats of coffee which we drank cowering around the corner form the locals.
11 miles later we pulled into Cape Kiwanda, thinking another cup of coffee may help our tiredness. The only problem - not only does Tim have no money, he also has no wallet! We had just coasted down a long steep hill and at the top was Tim's wallet. Ina slight panic we had a bit of a dither, where we considered and dismissed thumbing a lift back. Eventually we phoned the shop where we were dealt some good luck. Not only did the lady on the other end find the wallet she also then drove it down the road to us!
Calm again, we lunched on the beach and laughed at the fact we had just wasted an hour and a half with this little adventure.
Back on Hwy 871 we made good time through Pacific City, back onto 101 on to Oretown and Neskowin. A few miles south we followed scenic route along Slab Creek Road. This involved 4 miles of climbing on a fairly rough road through woodland alongside a creek (you would never have guessed). Reaching the top, the road surface was newly laid and a fantastic drop took us into Otis. As I followed Tim down he looked tiny in comparison to the enormity of our surroundings.
Eventually we arrived in Devils Lake State Park, Lincoln City, having: passed through Neotsu; been accosted by a crazed homeless guy trying to convert us to God (I'm not sure 'I am an atheist' helped our matters), and cycled along a fairly nasty built up stretch of hwy 101.
Circling the campsite a lot of the pitches were flooded. Looking at each other we simultaneously said 'lets get a yurt'. These are glorified tents with a wooden skeleton, heating, lighting, a bed and enough room to spin 100 more cats than you can in our lightweight tent! Luxury!
Bucking the American trend we then walked 30 blocks chasing our tails in pursuit of a restaurant mentioned in the 6 year old lonely planets guide! By fluke we happened across Rockfish Bakery - a great fish restaurant complete with Maitre D' who made us wait for our table even though there were at least 10 free - maybe she didn't like the smell of us.
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Not surprised - you haven't mentioned washing or bathing for several days!
I had to let the aged dog out in the middle of the night and heard snuffling noises from the next garden.By torchlight I was able to see two hedgehogs.I know thats not as exotic as racoons and I've no clue where they got the torch from.But it does mean they've finished hibernating which means its safe to demolish the old playhouse to make way for
BARNRAISING!
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