WE started out in Hillsboro (took the max to the end of the line) and rode southwest to Carlton. The first 25 miles were pretty mellow- beautiful rolling hills along less-traveled farm roads. Then we hit the mountains, climbed a 2000ft ridge that spanned about 15 miles. Gnar. It was incredible though, there were hardly any cars, the weather was perfectly cool. Basically all downhill after that, following the Nestucca River down to the 101. The weather changed a bit though (for the worst) and as we passed by a soccer mom in Beaver, we were told that there was some kind of tornado out in Salem. Whatever lady, we're gonna go drink beers on the beach. So finally, approximately 90 miles out of Hillsboro, we reached the coast in the pouring rain and drank beers in the comfort of our tent.
Day 2 began as the the sun came up, unfortunately we could not see the sun for the next 12 hours. There was a very long and steady climb about 10 miles out of the campsite that brought us into Lincoln City (a seemingly boring place with an amazing coastline). Everything was relatively flat from then on. We got to Newport around noon and ate some overpriced fish-and-chips at a quaint lighthouse cafe, and cruised into the Fred Meyer for some fuel. The Fred Meyer in Newport, Oregon is fucking huge, it made me a bit uneasy. Upon leaving I thought of my friend Max (he said he grew up around these parts) so I called him. He said he was headed back to his hometown to see some old friends and we could stay with his folks if we wanted. Rad timing! So me and Grant are chilling out with Max's folks and their various animals, in Waldport, Oregon. 65 miles today we road, or at least I think so.
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Day 2 began as the the sun came up, unfortunately we could not see the sun for the next 12 hours. There was a very long and steady climb about 10 miles out of the campsite that brought us into Lincoln City (a seemingly boring place with an amazing coastline). Everything was relatively flat from then on. We got to Newport around noon and ate some overpriced fish-and-chips at a quaint lighthouse cafe, and cruised into the Fred Meyer for some fuel. The Fred Meyer in Newport, Oregon is fucking huge, it made me a bit uneasy. Upon leaving I thought of my friend Max (he said he grew up around these parts) so I called him. He said he was headed back to his hometown to see some old friends and we could stay with his folks if we wanted. Rad timing! So me and Grant are chilling out with Max's folks and their various animals, in Waldport, Oregon. 65 miles today we road, or at least I think so.
