On our way home - post ride Day 1

We slept in, read and were out before our 11 departure time. The Whales Head area was still awash in the white of fog, so we set our sights north and sun followed. We ducked into Gold Beach for a short drive around and found it a little more interesting than before.


Cape Blanco sounded nice, and if it wasn't we could escape to the car. :) We now know why it is called Cape Blanco. I doubt the sun EVER shines there. It was foggy-white beyond belief and the wind had to be 50 MPH. I got out to look but could hardly shut the door for all the wind blowing it open. We stayed 5 minutes and rejoiced that we have warmth and an engine to get outta there. It had an eerie quality, like you could film a horror movie ... a smothering feeling and a constant whistle of the wind. I climbed down the steep hillside to find it totally protected . Bonnie wondered where I'd gone thinking perhaps I was blown off the edge.

We passed Langlois, the best little town-of-nobody around. It had a library and post office, a couple artist places and a small market where I was able to score some Rock Star Juiced, like I enjoy once in a while ... which is about how often you can find it.

As we continued up the coast, we couldn't help but stop into Bandon again, and we found more fantastic places to hang out! We walked the beach, shopped a little more as well and scored a plate of fish and chips before they closed for the night at 5pm. I guess a lot of people have home cooked meals in that town.

We kept on cruising up to Coos Bay and then North Bend looking for a place to stay the night. We will be in range to have a leasurely drive back home tomorrow.