On the road again

A rock formation at Cannon Beach, from the bottom of the climb.

Looking down at Cannon Beach after a very long climb.

Looking down on Cape Lookout State Park. I camped just inside the forest cover.

Monday, September 7th

After two days in the hostel with too many travelers in too cramped space, Craig and I headed out of Seaside in hopes of making up some miles. However, I want to take a steady, slow pace and Craig wanted to ride at a faster clip, so we thanked each other for the companionship and said good bye. I find myself riding alone and loving it.

I now have the opportunity to stop and take pictures of wonderful scenery. I find myself stopping often, yet still making good time. The days off at the hostel have suited me well. I have more energy and a better outlook for the days ahead.

I rode 65 miles this day, and climbed the highest hill on the Oregon coast, more than 1000 vertical feet. I know Chris and Mark will laugh at the height, but for a girl from the Midwest, they appear like mountains out of the mist. I have now climbed so many hills, that I no longer cuss as I approach an incline. (this used to be a common practice) I simply take a few deep breathes, slowly downshift and begin pedaling. I had been keeping track of the number of hills I had to walk up, and the number of hills that I reached 25+ miles/hour on the downward side, however I do not plan on walking any more hills and the number of 25+ hills has grown to be more than I can keep track of. Hills = 2, Tish = too many to count, victory!

I spent the night in Cape Lookout State Park with 22 other cycle tourists, including Craig and a family from Baltimore who I have seen throughout the day. I have been told that this is the most favored time to be cycling the Oregon coast; the weather is moderate, a majority of the tourist have left the area, and the camp grounds are open and less expensive. It feels both wonderful and safer to be on the road with so many other cyclists. I know that if I should need assistance with anything, someone else will gladly/kindly help me.

I sit and watch the sun set on the west from the shores of the Pacific Ocean. My legs are tired, my eyes are heavy, but my heart is filled with peace. Good night everyone.