Sunday, 6 September 2009
Friday, 4 September 2009
FINISHED...sort of
It's friday night, sat in a hotel room and we've all dipped our toes in the Pacific as we've made it to the west coast!!!! It was somewhat of an anti-climax to be honest as it took us ages to find the beach and when we got there the sea was bloody miles away....
So we left Eugene and most of us took the shorter but less scenic route. Mike and Lad Chris decided to do the long route for some reason, the rest of us just wanted an easy life. It was a crappy road for the first 10 miles or so but it was ok eventually. There were more of the big road works the Americans do so well - 19 miles of disruption but it's impressive to see them digging it all up and relaying it all in one go. And we did get to cycle through some tunnel with a 7% gradient without any traffic, so that was good.
Lunch was at some hippy hangout which would have been better if the 2 stoners running the place could have managed to remember all the orders and what was supposed to go in the sandwhiches. The Lads had previously decided that when they were going to hit the coast it would be in their Speedo trunks, so Callum and Mike duly got changed and sat on their bikes in their trunks. Not so bad for Callum who has trunks that fit. Mike has trunks that might fit a pre-pubescent 13 year-old. But we've seen them enough not to be too peturbed, but the general public haven't. With the addition of some reasonably tasteless graffiti on their backs courtesy of Lad Chris, we set off for the ride to the sea.
I think this ride was longer than Callum and Mike anticipated. As we got closer the temperature dropped and the boys no longer had padded shorts on. And saddle sores were already in existance. Nice. After 4000 miles you don't want to suddenly revert to unpadded pants. Callum got to the point of lubricating himself on the move with spit. Not the recommended option. I think Mike just suffered.
So we made it to Florence, hit Safeways for food and Champagne, then I decided to have a bit of a breakdown. It was a bit sad as I've had a great time but it's only happened because Ruby died so there were plenty of mixed emotions. From there we did the last 5 miles to the beach, then discovered the sea was miles away and we couldn't get the bikes to the sea for the traditional tyre dipping ceremony. So we trudged over the dunes with food and drink and finally made it.Mike and Callum charged into the sea and nearly died from shock at the temperature of the water. It was too cold to stand in, let alone swim in. Lad Chris eventually made it in too but the rest of us just watched, freezing. The Lads being lads, nudity ensued for a while, champagne was drunk, photos taken...it was good. We all have more miles to do though, so the celebrations were a bit less than if we had completely finished I think.
Next stop was a nearby campsite where we pitched our tents in a spot where we shouldn't have, then we were busted a couple of hours later, so we had to move elsewhere...tedious and pointless.
So today was the day when we had to split up, the Lads off south to San Francisco, the rest of us north towards Astoria. We all decided to go up the coast a few miles to see the worlds largest sea-cave which contains lots of sea lions, apart from it's not actually the largest sea-cave and the sea lions only go in their in winter and during bad weather, and the cave wasn't that exciting. But it was $11 dollars well spent...for the owners. Callum did give the woman on the desk a thorough questioning which she remained very good natured about, just. Very professional.
Then it was time for the goodbyes. I thought it was sad saying bye to them, they have been a great laugh to have around, shame it has to end. Most of the humour does involve Callum one way or another, I think the girls were particularly sorry to see him go. Hopefully they'll have enough cash and stay friends long enough to have a good time before their flights home in a couple of weeks.
We made it as far as Newport where we found a brewery that did dinner so we sat their for a couple of hours before sacking the idea of camping and deciding to get a hotel room. We're all in the one room, with our bikes, 2 double beds, Aaron is on the floor, I'm with Shaz. We've done our laundry and it's time for bed. It's supposed to rain for the next 2 days, which is a bit of a shame as the weather has basically been fantastic for us, so can't really complain. The next entry should be after we've definately finished all of it, right to the end. If I can get my wi-fi going I'll put the end of the ride pics on.
Night night.
So we left Eugene and most of us took the shorter but less scenic route. Mike and Lad Chris decided to do the long route for some reason, the rest of us just wanted an easy life. It was a crappy road for the first 10 miles or so but it was ok eventually. There were more of the big road works the Americans do so well - 19 miles of disruption but it's impressive to see them digging it all up and relaying it all in one go. And we did get to cycle through some tunnel with a 7% gradient without any traffic, so that was good.
Lunch was at some hippy hangout which would have been better if the 2 stoners running the place could have managed to remember all the orders and what was supposed to go in the sandwhiches. The Lads had previously decided that when they were going to hit the coast it would be in their Speedo trunks, so Callum and Mike duly got changed and sat on their bikes in their trunks. Not so bad for Callum who has trunks that fit. Mike has trunks that might fit a pre-pubescent 13 year-old. But we've seen them enough not to be too peturbed, but the general public haven't. With the addition of some reasonably tasteless graffiti on their backs courtesy of Lad Chris, we set off for the ride to the sea.
I think this ride was longer than Callum and Mike anticipated. As we got closer the temperature dropped and the boys no longer had padded shorts on. And saddle sores were already in existance. Nice. After 4000 miles you don't want to suddenly revert to unpadded pants. Callum got to the point of lubricating himself on the move with spit. Not the recommended option. I think Mike just suffered.
So we made it to Florence, hit Safeways for food and Champagne, then I decided to have a bit of a breakdown. It was a bit sad as I've had a great time but it's only happened because Ruby died so there were plenty of mixed emotions. From there we did the last 5 miles to the beach, then discovered the sea was miles away and we couldn't get the bikes to the sea for the traditional tyre dipping ceremony. So we trudged over the dunes with food and drink and finally made it.Mike and Callum charged into the sea and nearly died from shock at the temperature of the water. It was too cold to stand in, let alone swim in. Lad Chris eventually made it in too but the rest of us just watched, freezing. The Lads being lads, nudity ensued for a while, champagne was drunk, photos taken...it was good. We all have more miles to do though, so the celebrations were a bit less than if we had completely finished I think.
Next stop was a nearby campsite where we pitched our tents in a spot where we shouldn't have, then we were busted a couple of hours later, so we had to move elsewhere...tedious and pointless.
So today was the day when we had to split up, the Lads off south to San Francisco, the rest of us north towards Astoria. We all decided to go up the coast a few miles to see the worlds largest sea-cave which contains lots of sea lions, apart from it's not actually the largest sea-cave and the sea lions only go in their in winter and during bad weather, and the cave wasn't that exciting. But it was $11 dollars well spent...for the owners. Callum did give the woman on the desk a thorough questioning which she remained very good natured about, just. Very professional.
Then it was time for the goodbyes. I thought it was sad saying bye to them, they have been a great laugh to have around, shame it has to end. Most of the humour does involve Callum one way or another, I think the girls were particularly sorry to see him go. Hopefully they'll have enough cash and stay friends long enough to have a good time before their flights home in a couple of weeks.
We made it as far as Newport where we found a brewery that did dinner so we sat their for a couple of hours before sacking the idea of camping and deciding to get a hotel room. We're all in the one room, with our bikes, 2 double beds, Aaron is on the floor, I'm with Shaz. We've done our laundry and it's time for bed. It's supposed to rain for the next 2 days, which is a bit of a shame as the weather has basically been fantastic for us, so can't really complain. The next entry should be after we've definately finished all of it, right to the end. If I can get my wi-fi going I'll put the end of the ride pics on.
Night night.
Thursday, 3 September 2009
Thursday 3rd September
Morning...quick update before we set off. In Eugene, had a day off yesterday so we could recover from the night out we had the night before. It was our official farewell to each other as the TransAm boys will be heading off tomorrow to San Francisco and the rest of us will be going north to Astoria and Eugene is a real town with restaurants and bars.
We came over the Cascades on Tuesday and the scenery changed dramatically - we went from high desert type area of Hells Canyon, to more trees but still dry to the rainforest of the western side of the Cascades. The trees are huge - might be redwoods, I think they are the really big ones, and its all covered in moss. The best bit was the miles of downhill we had. I think it was 16 miles up the hill from the town of Sisters where we'd stayed then 70 miles downhill, with about 10 of those steep, winding with switchbacks through the forest. Nearly died but it was great.
The place we stayed in Sisters was fab. Some woman in a VW camper van pulled Man Chris over on the road and asked where he was staying, thinking he was on his own. Explaining there were 8 of us, she said we culd go to her place and camp - turns out she and her husband have been putting up cyclists for 24 years. The place was great - a ranch just out of town. We pitched the tents on the L-lawn (the lawns had different names) next to the lake, which we were able to swim in. They gave us a lift to town to buy food so we had a BBQ, sat around chatting and playing with the 6 week old labrador puppy. Very civilised. The couple were great - Pattie and Jim. Old hippies it seemed, late 50s but in good shape, to the point where some of the young lads fancied Pattie. Or perhaps it was her boob job they liked.
So today is the official LAST DAY...Florence and the Pacific is the target, its only about 50-60 miles off. The plan is to get some champagne and camp on the beach - we'll see. We're probably not allowed to camp on the beach and who knows if there is anywhere to get champers. I'm sure we'll manage to celebrate in some way, before the tears!! Well, I know a couple of people will be glad it's officially over but there are some of us who don't want to finish. It's still 3 days cycling to get to Astoria but as far as I'm concerned once I hit the sea the rest is optional. The TransAm boys have another 600 miles to go to San Fran so they have a way to go.
Right...I need to get to the bakery for breakfast, laters....
We came over the Cascades on Tuesday and the scenery changed dramatically - we went from high desert type area of Hells Canyon, to more trees but still dry to the rainforest of the western side of the Cascades. The trees are huge - might be redwoods, I think they are the really big ones, and its all covered in moss. The best bit was the miles of downhill we had. I think it was 16 miles up the hill from the town of Sisters where we'd stayed then 70 miles downhill, with about 10 of those steep, winding with switchbacks through the forest. Nearly died but it was great.
The place we stayed in Sisters was fab. Some woman in a VW camper van pulled Man Chris over on the road and asked where he was staying, thinking he was on his own. Explaining there were 8 of us, she said we culd go to her place and camp - turns out she and her husband have been putting up cyclists for 24 years. The place was great - a ranch just out of town. We pitched the tents on the L-lawn (the lawns had different names) next to the lake, which we were able to swim in. They gave us a lift to town to buy food so we had a BBQ, sat around chatting and playing with the 6 week old labrador puppy. Very civilised. The couple were great - Pattie and Jim. Old hippies it seemed, late 50s but in good shape, to the point where some of the young lads fancied Pattie. Or perhaps it was her boob job they liked.
So today is the official LAST DAY...Florence and the Pacific is the target, its only about 50-60 miles off. The plan is to get some champagne and camp on the beach - we'll see. We're probably not allowed to camp on the beach and who knows if there is anywhere to get champers. I'm sure we'll manage to celebrate in some way, before the tears!! Well, I know a couple of people will be glad it's officially over but there are some of us who don't want to finish. It's still 3 days cycling to get to Astoria but as far as I'm concerned once I hit the sea the rest is optional. The TransAm boys have another 600 miles to go to San Fran so they have a way to go.
Right...I need to get to the bakery for breakfast, laters....
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