There are a few reasons why we were always getting into the towns late.
Dr_bar: "Look at the time, girl."
Me: "Yep, I know, I'll be quick."
Dr-bar: "We're going to run out of daylight."
Me: "OK, I've got the picture I need. No more stopping."
A few minutes later.....
Me: On comes the signal......pulled over for a look at the view. Dr_bar right behind me.
Dr_bar: "We better get a move on."
Me: "Yep, I know, I'll be quick."
several miles later.....
Me: On comes the signal...pulling over for another vista point.....
Dr_bar: pulled in right behind me.
Me: I'll be quick."
Several miles later....
And so the routine carried on. Although occasionally I wold lose sight of Dr_bar in my mirrors and I would have to pull over and wait for him. Sometimes he would see something that intrigued him and pull over for a look or a photo.
Eventually we would reach a critical point where we would just ride like the wind. One such example came on our second night on the road.
The original plan had been to stop in Tillamook for the night. There is an aviation museum there that would have been interesting to see and there is also a big (famous, I think) cheese maker. They give tours. However, once we got to Tillamook, neither one of us liked it there. It is a winking community and it smelled like fresh fertilizer had been spread just before our arrival.
We cruised through the town looking for a hotel....that is when we spotted the bread that had almost run me off the road. It was another biker.....He and his pillion were riding back and forth looking for a hotel also.
Anyway, we pulled into a gas station where dr_bar asked about a decent place to stay. The man there suggested going to Lincoln City. He said it was about 40-45 minutes away. Dr_bar asked me how I felt about riding for another 40-45 minutes.
I told him OK, but first I needed a bathroom break, a coffee and a stretch.
We took about ten minutes for our rest break there and then headed toward Lincoln City.
I was on a mission.....Dr_bar is learning all about what it is like to be with me when I am on a mission. For some reason, I get into a groove and...well....dr_bar you'll just have to keep up....
It was dark by the time we left Tillamook, so I was on extra alert. The traffic was almost non-existent for most of the ride to Lincoln City.
We were there in 30 minutes.
I was having a blast. We had no idea where we would stay. Being off season it wasn't going to be a problem to find rooms. On the way into town, I spied a billboard advertising a "NON SMOKING" hotel. It gave the street to watch for and you can bet I was watching for it. Suddenly it came into view and I barely had time to signal before turning into the driveway.
This place was great. It'a complete non-smoking place.
We ended up staying there for 2 nights. Aside from the fact that the hotel was nice and Lincoln City was nice, I was still not well, so we decided an extra day rest in one place would be good. We checked in a had just enough time to ride a few blocks down the hill to a restaurant for supper.
I can't remember the name of it, off hand, but it was good.
we said our good nights with an agreement to meet for coffee in the morning.
In the morning, we rode the few blocks down to the "sister" hotel to ours and parked the bikes. This was the access to the beach. The ocean was calm this morning.
It was quite an amazing transformation from the night before. The waves crashing ont the shore could be heard from blocks away. Standing out on the balcony of my room, I marvelled at the clear sky with all the twinkling stars while I listened to the power of the ocean.
By day, it was much calmer. Don't be mislead...the waves are still powerful by day. We walked the beach and enjoyed the pristine air, the fine clean sand and watching the waves rolling in and crashing on the rocks.
Soon, though, I had to get out of the cold wind because it was causing me to be short of breath. So, we walked back to our bikes and made our way through town to the Outlet Mall.
Dr-bar wanted to go shopping.
We browsed around and found a few things to buy. We had some lunch and then decided to go for a ride to a waterfall nearby. It was just outside of town. It was called Drift stick Falls and there was a sign for the turnoff. I led the way and because of the speed on the highway, couldn't make the turn when I saw the sign. So, I kept going until I saw a place to turn off and turn around.
Jut as I was about to turn around, Dr_bar said to me, that he thought we were already on the right road. I told him, that, no, the sign for the falls was back on the highway. He insisted that he heard the stick in the hotel telling us to go past the road with the sign and turn on the next road.
It's ok...I actually did roll my eyes at him. We "debated" this for a few minutes, until I finally said, OK. I should have trusted my instinct.
I knew we should have turned back, but since Dr_bar was insisting we go for a few miles more, we went....
for TEN miles in and TEN miles back
Although it was great road to ride, it did not take us where we wanted to go. So-o-o-o, I headed back to the highway and made the turnoff for the falls. Without a doubt, this was probably the most difficult, stressful piece of road I have ever ridden on. In fact, dr_bar considered it to be so dangerous, he took over the lead. (I had to ask him later why he did that.....because he hates to lead)
This road to Drift stick Falls is a paved very narrow (almost single lane) logging road. It is like a corkscrew that winds it was up the mountainside. I was trying valiantly to keep up, but after a while , I had to slow it down. I was getting too tired from the energy expended maneuvering this road. Dr_bar got a little testy with me for dropping back, but I needed to make sure I didn't let my fatigue get the better of me. Once I explained why I had to drop back a bit, he calmed down. The truth is he was just as stressed as I was.
When we got to the top, we were so relieved, but it was short lived. We had wasted so much time on the wrong road, and the ride up to the trailhead took so long, it was now too late to go to the falls. Oh well.....
After a rest and water break, we took a few photos and prepared for the hairy ride down.
At the trail head...
stressed to the max....
By the time we got back down it was starting to rain. It was also getting very cold. We decided to go into the Starbuck's near the hotel for some tea. It felt wonderful to sink into the soft easy chair and have a hot tea after the cold wet ride back to town.
More later....and yes, we're still talking to each other.