Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Lincoln City to Yahats, OR
52 INCREDIBLE Miles
When man invented the bicycle he reached the peak of his attainments. Here was a machine of precision and balance for the convenience of man. And (unlike subsequent inventions for man’s convenience) the more he used it, the fitter his body became. Here, for once, was a product of man’s brain that was entirely beneficial to those who used it, and of no harm or irritation to others. Progress should have stopped when man invented the bicycle. ~ Elizabeth West
The weather remains unseasonably cool, almost 20 degrees below normal for this time of year. My finding a good luck penny and then a nickel(five times the good fortune?) several days ago does not seem to be helping the situation. Does anyone have any other suggestions?
The dawn dawned clear and cool-perfect riding weather.
Today we passed through Depoe Bay, world renowned for the smallest harbor in the world at six square acres.
Another high point, the “D” River, reputedly the shortest river in the world.
We only had one Cape today, Foulweather, discovered and named by Captain James Cook in 1778. Winds there can exceed 60mph; fortunately we did not experience that- instead a clear, crystal calm.
We stopped in the historic Nye Beach district of Newport at a great cafe. Joe had hot cocoa with whipped cream, a peanut butter cookie and a scone, staying true to his taste buds.
My choice: crustless roasted vegetable chèvre quiche, fresh fruit and water. Rejuvenated we roll on across the historical Yaquina Bridge amidst heavy traffic and no shoulder. I survive; the bridges do not bother Joe, so no problem for him.
We stop in Waldport at 43 miles; there is no lodging in town– the only options are along the highway; additionally according to the visitors center there is generally a 3 night minimum. We advance towards our next destination, Yachats, buoyed on by a 15 mph tailwind. Finally, the wind and weather gods are with us.
Thus we end our day in Yachats at the Adobe Resort. Though our best rate room is not oceanview, the rest of the premises are and we avail ourselves at every possible moment of the panoramic Pacific Ocean view.
Tomorrow, the truly rugged Oregon coast starts; our mileage will reflect both the wildness of the coast and the lack of accommodations.