Roaring Fire

Today I cycled from Netarts to Nehalem, about 40 miles. Around the Three Capes Scenic Road there were some great views of the ocean and of Tillamook Bay. The skies were clear most of the day, but the winds picked up quite a bit. Fortunately, the hills were forgiving and the ride was mercifully short. I only have one more day before I hit Astoria and head east with the winds to my back.

Right now, I'm sitting in front of a roaring fire with waves crashing in the distance. I relived my childhood summer camp experiences by roasting marshmellow over the flames. I couldn't take more than a half dozen of them (they're too sweet), but the flaming marshmellows brought back many great memories.

I shared the campsite with three other cyclists. We had another potluck: I provided food and they supplied libation.

Tomorrow will be another short, but hilly, 40 mile ride to the mouth of the Columbia gorge. The prospects of finally getting past the headwinds provide ample motivation for the day.