Monthly Archives: July 2013

July 15 cont

We saw some fun things on the road.



We stopped by crater lake and i got a flat there 😦 This is where it happened. Funny I took this random picture before I knew I got the flat.


Because of this flat which we fixed quickly, the rim of my tire got bent and when we made it to north Bend the bike store was closed. We had done sixty miles and were up for another ten to sunset state park but decided to stay the night in town to get to the bike store in the morning as there isn’t another one for a hundred miles or more.



We stop at Safeways for our food. At home I hate Safeway and out here I long for them. I get watermelon, bagels, avocados, cheese sticks, hummus and Odwalla chocolate protein shakes and cucumber and tomato salad from the deli. Noah gets thick meat chili or chicken pot pie or Mac m cheese or something else hardy. We try to eat breakfast out if we can get to a diner before noon.

This lunchtime at Safeway there were four other coast highway bikers. We waved to two of them and talked with the other two who were high school teachers. We discussed the clear cutting landscapes we had all witnessed. They were cool. Kids who have them as teachers are lucky.






In this next photo you can see the bridge coming into north bend. It is no fun on a bike.


Tomorrow the bike store opens at 9:30. It will not be an early start day. Some days are like that.

July 15

We did 15 miles before we got to a breakfast place. There was an outlet right next to our table for easy charging. Yea!

The old white guys at the table next to us were talking about the Zimmerman trial. They were not happy with the verdict. One guy kept saying “it just doesn’t feel right” the other guy agreed and said ” you just can’t kill someone in assumption” by the way these guys looked and by the truck they got into, I wasn’t expecting them to whole heartedly agree with me, but they did.

The wind is strongly at our backs today as yesterday. We practically flew up the long incline of Cape Perpetua. On another small summit lookout a fellow took this picture of us.


We met a guy walking the coast highway. He was nice and in vacation from Portland for 15 days. He was on the quick weight loss walk. He said he did it last summer and was in great shape by the end but gained it all back as he was used to eating so much. This year he’s hoping ti keep it off.

We saw a cute girl walking the coast highway yesterday and mentioned her. He had met her. They were both cute and the same age and I sort of wondered why they didn’t hook up but I guess if you are into doing this extreme a hike solo in the first place, you are solo in the last place too.



July 14

We did sixty miles last yesterday and sixty again today.


We started by checking out Devils lake which was at our camp but we were too tired to see it when we set up camp.


The biking is continually up up up and then a big downhill. Sometimes it’s smaller and as you are going down you can see the up so you pedal as hard as you can going down to do half of the up on momentum.

We got to Foulweather Cape and I liked this carved bench back.


This is a road near foulweather.


It is beautiful here. Photos can’t really capture it. In addition to the ocean, there are kinds of lakes.





July 13

Ten miles out the next day we run into an old car show in Mcminville.


Sometimes the trees smell great because they are alive but other times its because the sap smell is overwhelming due to clear cutting.


We had a great lunch at a restaurant called “food is medicine”. Noah chose potato chips over French fries. When they came the were homemade and warm!!

We made it to the coast at Lincoln city. The first thing we did was go to and get ice cream because it was at the intersection of hwy 18 (what we’d been riding from Portland) and highway 101 which is the coast road up here. Hwy One doesn’t start until Ft. Bragg.

The manager at Coldstone asked us where we were going and we told him. Somehow I mentioned Hwy One and he corrected me passionately that Hwy One was on the east coast.

It reminded me of the SLC lady who took us seven blocks from the KOA to the train station to get our bikes and she got very lost doing it. She giggled and said she didn’t get out much. At first I thought she meant to other cities or states but as the ride progressed and we got lost again I realized she meant she didn’t leave the KOA much!

I guess the Coldstone guy doesn’t travel either. After ice cream we went to the hiker biker site at the state park. It was a great place with terrific showers. Only one other biker was there. He’d been there quite a while, knew everything about the neighborhood and was helpful.

July 12

Halfway between Portland and the coast there isn’t a state campground so we ended up in a private RV place.

On the way there we had an Italian dinner at the third oldest city in Oregon which is Lafayette. The bathroom sink was original with original fixtures.

The campground was OK and super windy. We were freezing and there was a hot tub but this giant sloth white guy was in there for hours so that when he finally got our and our dirty clothes were finally clean from the RV laundromat, we didn’t even want to get in there.

July 12

We got up at six did breakfast did the light rail and got to Portland by 9:30. From the airport we took the rail to the bus station. It is immediately apparent how hip Portland is. They even have bike racks on the light rail
on the side of which is a AAA sign that says “we help in bike emergencies too!”

Outside the bus station are pretend Andy Goldsworthy sculptures.


We got our bikes and refunded in full our bus tickets and assembled our bikes which took hours. We stopped for lunch at a hip Mediterranean cafe recommended by the very most expensive tune up bike shop I’ve ever been to. Not even sure we needed it but we did it even though we are getting pretty good at putting together the bikes.

Alex and Guthrie were the guys in the shop and they were cool. Guthrie rides a surly long haul trucker and his bike blog is www.

From there we biked fifty miles. Here’s some photos from that day.




July 11

The last thing i’ll say about Utah: it is surprisingly and enormously diverse. Throughout, we met folks from all parts of the world speaking broken English.

The most memorable was a beautiful young Asian lady in McDonald’s. we stopped for a coke as we were walking from the hotel to whole foods. We weren’t sure we were going the right way so I asked her.
“Whole Foods?? Oh yes, we have!!” She said enthusiastically. she turned around with a sweep of her waist length hair and displayed the menu in a graceful gracious way showing us with pride all the foods she had to offer on the macdonalds sign above and behind her . We smiled and decided a coke was enough thanks.

Josh explained the diversity was due to a generous refugee program here. Go Utah! Ill take my dinosaurs with my “god” but other than that difference I’m all for the state.

July 11

Ok, leaving the trip aside for a moment, I just wanna know cuz I just saw the news. If Zimmerman is innocent does that mean Trayvon isn’t dead? The whole thing is so very very sad and I’m so sorry.

In our trip we see a lot (like tons, pun intended) of obesity and too man men in wheel chairs with one leg. That and the bright red sign with the white fingers crossed: Oregon lottery. You can have faith in that rabbits foot but it didn’t work for the rabbit.

Dispute all this stuff that is disheartening we find the kindness of strangers everywhere! I am convinced thoroughly that people are good at the core and if not threatened (real or imaginary) their impulse is to help a stranger. It’s great to put yourself in this on the road position and experience this vague undefined love in almost every encounter.


This was taken from the light rail in SLC

July 11

Literally two blocks from seedy hotel was Sensationally great hotel.



Flowers and fountains everywhere.


I liked the way the floor changed going from one area to another; the dining room to the Libby for example.



It was all granite, marble mirror and brass. I felt we needed a break. I did yoga all day mostly in the pools.

We walked around SLC some. Dispute the quick change in neighborhoods, it is in ways an overly orderly city.


We went to the two week old Microsoft store and played with the surface for an hour. I loved it! I might switch. I vote with my dollar and bill and Melinda gates donate tremendously and in the direction I approve. Also they took the same Buddhist positivity neuroscience class that I did and I heard real life first hand good stuff about them from that too.


July 10 end

So we have all this stuff and we are in a slummy neighborhood and we can’t get it all into a taxi.

The train station is next door but they also have no seats and besides the train goes from SLC to Sacramento and then up to Portland. It’s not cheap and it takes 43 hours!

I am exhausted and freaked and have to get rid of the bikes but I can’t do that without buying tickets so I buy the Friday tickets to Portland and ship the bikes. The bikes go on the bus at midnight and will arrive in Portland Thursday afternoon.

We then book the cheapest hotel we can. The taxi driver is from Africa. He is bright bubbly and all white smiles. He is from Africa with a thick accent. I do not know what it has taken for him to get here and be driving a cab. This puts everything in perspective for me.

As we are getting out of the cab I ask him what there is to do in SLC. He chuckles shrugs his shoulders and says apologetically “Temple Square’s all we got here, just temple square.” He chuckles again and we get out.

The hotel is clean and the night desk clerk is “no extra” but not in a good way. He asks for my ID. There is a big sign that says “No visitors after eleven”.

We get to our room. Noah falls asleep immediately. I can not sleep. I search the web for a fantastic hotel to stay another night in SLC. Little America. It has three pools and a gym and a sauna and it is gigantic. Because it is soo big and there are lots of vacant rooms, and we want one tomorrow, we get a super price. Then I book a plane to Portland realizing I will lose Noah if we have to do 14 hours in the white trash bus atmosphere. We will lose the bike trip momentum and our desire to do it.