Saturday the 16th, a long day

I need to get caught up! I see so much in a day that what happens a couple days ago tends to get all blurred in my mind. Where was I Saturday??

I had spent the night near Lakeside, so in the morning I continued to pedal through the dunes area.

Next came Glasgow, a big bridge, then North Bend and Coos Bay.

I walked across the bridge. It’s much easier to look around and I was off the road and out of the way of traffic.

One of these boats doesn’t look well

Beautiful expanse of blue water as I approached the bridge

That’s the bridge

Still, sand dunes in the distance and I could hear ATVs

Another bridge crossed the area

So far, so good, as we roll through Charleston and head down the Seven Devils Road. Little did I realize that the seven devils are seven challenging hills, a couple of which were so steep that it was very hard to even push the bike up! Some cyclist had a sense of humor and painted on the road, counting each “devil” and adding a few thoughts.

Finally, #7! Above it says the real devil is an engine.

I was way up there! There were many area where trees had been harvested

I love this! This was almost to the end of the seven devils and made me feel much better. I did my share of walking too!

But, like all things, this challenging route eventually came to an end. There was a state park before Bandon, but if I could do another 20 miles I could get to a park near Langlois that had WiFi!! Pedal on, oh foolish woman.

Actually I did OK. It was rolling hills, not flat, but thankfully no more crazy hills and the miles ticked by one by one. I rolled into a lovely camp a bit off the beaten path, next to a lake with nice, friendly neighbors, and the sound of the surf pounding in the distance. One of the neighbors wanted to feed me, and the other welcomed me to their fire pit so I was nice and warm when I went back to my tent. Of course wifi is the best so I can call home and catch up with everyone, even if it only worked outdoors close to the office building.

The route took me through green farmland

My campsite with th lake behind

Sunset over the lake

Yes, my legs were tired after 63 miles but I felt pretty good about myself for managing not only that, but those crazy hills. I slept well having gone to bed warm, and listened to the pounding surf all night.

 

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