Port Orford to Bandon

How many people can say that they bicycled through Denmark? I can, though it was admittedly Denmark, Oregon.

That is just one of the little towns along the Oregon coast. Unfortunately, these little villages don't carry Vogue magazine and I still haven't found a copy of Rachel's article yet. I'd like to say that I'm secure enough in my manhood to walk in and proudly ask, "Do you have the latest edition of Vogue magazine?", but inevitably I'd rationalize my interest by adding that I was looking for an article about my wife. Everyone was sufficiently impressed and my manhood went unquestioned.

Last night, I camped at a great site just past Bandon, Bullards Beach State Park. I met up with a couple of groups heading south (only complete idiots go north into the strong southerly winds), including two high-school graduates from Cambridge, England on their "gap" (a one year break that many English students take between high-school and college), and a German guy. We had a pot luck where I cooked up the spaghetti and corn and Tom cooked up the hot dogs over the fire. The meal definitely hit the spot.

When the campfire went out, I capped off the evening by watching the crystal clear skies. Away from city lights, the glow of the Milky Way jumps out at you, adding a whole new dimension to the night skies.