posted on Friday, October 11, 2013

Jessie Honeyman National Park

Today's cycling felt great, with my body slowly getting adjusted to these long rides.
I left the campsite before my adventure mates, frequently stopping for those all important food breaks and making sure I didn't repeat yesterday's mistake.  James and Kevin passed by while I was having a quick lunch by the roadside. Later it was my turn to catch up with them and we rode the rest of the day together again. After Waldport the scenery and surprisingly the weather too, became stunning so much so that we had to constantly stop to take that one more picture. The Pacific Coast in all its glory. Today also, we met several new faces cycling along including a group of young and cheerful Americans constantly stopping to fix their rickety bikes loaded with two guitars, a bongo drum and lots of weed and booze! Before I left on this trip the simple thought that I probably would not have seen a guitar for the next three weeks was provoking severe panic attacks, yet tonight at Jessie Honeyman hiker biker corner there were a total of eight cyclists and three guitars and we were making the most of them!
After watching the sun disappear behind the ocean from the sand dunes near the park, we played guitar and sang together under the giant trees lit up by a bright moon shining over our idyllic pitching spot for the night.
Here are some of the lessons learnt on this trip so far. Americans seem to buy extremely large cars so that they can drag behind their small cars with trailers. Raccoons are campsites pests and everyone's enemy number one! If they can't open a bag with food there and then they will just go to extremes fighting tooth and nail to snatch it, run away  and figure out how to do it at leisure. Miles feel much much longer than the 1.6 ratio to a kilometre especially when you are cycling. The great majority of cyclists riding the Pacific Coast, when asked, have no clue as to when they started and where their final destination is. Howdie is not a German car-maker here. Biscuits and gravy is neither a joke nor an adolescent's effort to combat starvation but rather a unique Oregon breakfast speciality locals are very proud of. Oh... if you think of asking for directions don't bother, nobody has a clue where anything is but luckily the glorious road is the one and only Highway 1 and getting lost usually involves either swimming or a steep rock climb so hop on the bandwagon and just keep going and trust!