Day 118: Columbus Day

44.57 miles

There were six bike tourists, including us, in the hiker/biker area of Cape Lookout State Park last night.  We all traded phone numbers last night in case we wanted to meet up later today to share a yurt at Devil’s Lake State Park near Lincoln City.  The weather forecast was calling for rain so nobody wanted to deal with camping in the rain.  A couple guys got on the road before us and then we left camp before another couple who are heading to L.A.  We had to climb several miles right at the start to get up and over the ridge near Cape Lookout.  Then we had a fun descent down into Pacific City.  As we rolled into town we noticed two other bike tourists up the road ahead of us.  It wasn’t the guys from camp last night because they were sitting at a sidewalk cafe nearby.  Must be a couple other bike tourists heading south.

Cape Kiwanda

Cape Kiwanda

Cape Kiwanda

Cape Kiwanda

Old Scenic Highway 101

Old Scenic Highway 101

We stopped for a 2nd breakfast at the sidewalk cafe before leaving Pacific City.  Judging by the large number of vacation lodgings and touristy shops I could only assume this place is hopping in the summertime.  Today it was fairly quiet, even though it is Monday of Columbus Day weekend.  As we left Pacific City we had some pretty strong headwinds to deal with.  Later in the day we had another long climb when the route left highway 101 and followed a section of the old highway 101.  This back road was very quiet with hardly any traffic.  The wind disappeared since it was a heavily wooded area, but this climb was long and tiring and both of us were very glad to finally reach the top and head downhill.  We passed through the small town of Otis (my great-grandfather’s name) before heading to Lincoln City.

I got a text message from one of the guys from camp last night.  They had already reached the Devil’s Lake campground and had gotten a yurt for the night.  It would be fairly tight in the yurt with six of us, but I texted him back that we’d meet them there.  We stopped at Safeway first to pick up some things.  While stopped there I saw a pair of bike tourists ride down the road, and I thought it might be the same two I saw earlier today.  I was hoping they were heading to the same campground as us, because while six people in one yurt would be rather crowded, eight people in two yurts would be much more comfortable.  Sure enough, as we pulled into the campground these two folks were near the entrance scoping out the hiker/biker area.  I basically rode up to them and said “Hi, you guys wanna share a yurt tonight?”  Ok, maybe there was a little more small talk than that, but we all rode over to an available yurt and decided to take it for the night.

So our yurt-mates for the evening were Kameron from north of Salt Lake City and his friend Allison from Portland, Maine.  It’s a little weird to jump into sharing a yurt with people you’ve never met, but they turned out to be nice, normal folks and we enjoyed getting to know them while we made dinner and got ready for bed.  The other four bike tourists have a yurt next door and since it started raining soon after we arrived, we’re all glad to have roomier accommodations than a small tent.  It feels a little like summer camp when you’re thrown into a cabin with a bunch of people you’ve never met before.  If only we could look forward to a hot breakfast in the chow hall in the morning.

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