The last couple of days have been fantastic - chalenging riding with hills and dales but yet more fantastic views. This coast is stunning. We stayed in a campsite in Gold Beach - good site but cold. Pat's old compant - the Weather Chanel, has not covered it's self in glory this tripI would suggest the folk in the glass tower look out of the window every so often to see what the weather is doing. We seem to get mpre rain on clear days than rainy ones. Camping with 0% chance of rain we got off lightly with just an hours heavy down pour!!
Early start to Brookings where Michael was leaving.Had to get to the bike shop before closing. No probs Our legs are now like machines with bums made of steel.
Gilly is back - met up with Donna, Michaels wife, in Portland, picked up her bike in Crescent City and then joined us all in Brookings for supper.
So Michael has departed, it was fun having him with us and if I can cycle like him at 76 I will be very happy. His main problem was cold hands and you will have seen the pic in the last blog - Mr Clean gloves (Marigolds in rhe UK) as overgloves - keeps his hands dry.
Once there was 7, then 5 reduced to 3 and for this morning we were back to the 'daring duo' the original 2 just Pat and me. Gilly cycled out of Crescent City and met us and escorted us to our Best Wester - now we are 3 again.
Michaels parting words of wisdom were - firstly never take restaurant advice from a taxi driver - secondly do not take route advice from a lean cyclist with an unladen road bike. The last we spoke to tried to direct usoff a good flatish road over a 2000ft pass - we rejected his advice.
Odo863.9 the sun is shining and all is well.
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