Pacific Coast, Day 13: Port Orford, OR to Smith River, CA

It rained for the first 20 miles of my ride, so I didn’t take any pictures. If the USB port gets any moisture in it, my Samsung phone says, “OH HECK! NOW YOU CAN’T CHARGE ME!” I am using my phone for navigation, so I don’t want to risk having the battery die, so I try to keep it dry. I should have just gone ahead and taken pictures, because it was so wet, my efforts to keep it dry failed, and it stopped charging anyway.

But, despite the fact that I can’t demonstrate it, those first 20 miles were amazing! First, I went through a narrow canyon, with nice trees and then had occasional spectacular views of the best parts of the Oregon coast! It was breathtaking. But, unless you’ve been there, you’ll just have to imagine it, because I have no photos.

The rain and fog gradually disappeared, and every now and then the road was super-close to the coast, and every time it was, there were beautiful views. There was very little traffic, and the road was great. It was a wonderful day on the bike!

I only ran into one bike tourist, Joe, who lives in Portland and is riding from Astoria to Crescent City. We talked for a while, rode together a little bit, then talked some more before he sped ahead to meet his wife.

The other highlight of my day were some adorable and brazen squirrels who immediately pegged me as a softie (I think they are telepathic!), and with whom I shared a Clif Bar, until they started bickering over it, at which point I cut them off. I can’t resist feeding animals that hold their food WITH THEIR LITTLE HANDS!

I am going to take my time in the redwoods, so I think I will have a short day tomorrow.

The first picture I took, as the rain and fog seemed to be diminishing.
The first picture I took, as the rain and fog seemed to be diminishing.
A herd of curious cows
A herd of curious cows
So cute!
So cute!
This is Kissing Rock, where people used to go to make out.  I love my bicycle, but not that kind of love, so we didn't kiss.
This is Kissing Rock, where people used to go to make out. I love my bicycle, but not that kind of love, so we didn’t kiss.









One of my squirrel buddies!
One of my squirrel buddies!
I am a little scared of heights, and I was feeling kind of woozy.  It is the highest bridge in Oregon, at 345 feet.  While I was feeling nervous, Joe (below) rode up and said something.  I hadn't seen him coming, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
I am a little scared of heights, and I was feeling kind of woozy. It is the highest bridge in Oregon, at 345 feet. While I was feeling nervous, Joe (below) rode up and said something. I hadn’t seen him coming, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
Joe, from Portland!
Joe, from Portland!
In California!
In California!

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