Total: 55 mi
Well, goodbye to awesome camp, and hello insane winds, small shoulders and crazy truck drivers. We tried to start a bit early, but the winds were already picking up by the time we left camp.
…and windy it was all day. Mikey was saying by judging the ammount and size of the whitecaps off the coast it was easily 20 knots. We had mostly southeastern gusts, and sometimes just plain crosswinds over the raised roads along the shore.
I entertained myself as per usual by hootin and hollerin and ringing my bell at the lazy southbound bikers. Some get it and enjoy the encounter, while others stare in bewilderment.
We crossed the highest bridge in Oregon, which was, well, really high. I made Mikey cross it again for a picture which he was glad to do.
Mikey all of a sudden yelled at me from behind and stopped real quick, he was all freaked out and took off his helmet. By the time I turned around to get back to him, he was saying he got stung by a bee. I couldn’t see a stinger, but I did see the bee lodged in his helmet. All of a sudden it fell out. A minute later it freaked us out by waking up and flying away.
I sweat not 10 miles later, another gigantic bee was following Mikey for at least a half hour. He’s marked, I say!
Mikey also had something kick up and nick his thumb and he was bleeding all over the place. Good thing we got that handy first aid kit!
We were thinking of trudging on to Point Blanco, but afterf all the traffic and wind we decided to wrap up the day at our original destination, Humbug Mountain State Park. It’s tucked away off the 101 and has a pretty cool, but super windblown beach. The trees inland are all slanted, and the river is challenged by the tide on its way out.
Tomorrow we rise hella earlier to beat the winds…