Day 12: Devils Lake State Park - Beverly Beach State Park, not very many miles

In the middle of the night we woke to the noise of something scratching at the door of our yurt. Neanderthal Tim got up and stamped around as I cowered in my sleeping bag. Content that there was no more scratching, we laid our weary heads down. 10 minutes later we could hear a low quiet purring! Whatever it was, we weren't going out to face it.

Dragging ourselves out of bed, without an ounce of caffeine in site, and cursing the one who had thought decaf teabags were the way to go, we pedalled up our usual early morning hill feeling like carcasses of our former selves. Through Kernville, Salishan and Lincoln Beach we ventured, until at Depoe Bay it started to spit a little and we dived into as coffee shop.

15 miles cycled, and two cups of coffee down we decided we better try the blueberry cake. Blueberry cake down, we decided we better have some more coffee. Then came those words - 'screw this, lets have a day off'.

The wind, rain and fog just wasn't motivational. With a lot of faffing we bagged ourselves dinner and pedalled a few more miles to Beverly Beach State Park where all the yurts were taken by school kids! Finding the farthest spot away from the kids as possible we set up camp, drank tea and slept. I have finally mastered the art of sleeping in this cold weather - 2 pairs of socks, 2 pairs of trousers, 4 tops, 2 hoods and any left over clothing stuffed in the bottom of my sleeping bag to keep my toes warm!

I forgot to mention the fantastic Otter Crest loop we did just before Otter Rock - beautiful scenery away from the drone of hwy 101, albeit a continuous climb.