My first night camping since Glastonbury in June. Some things don’t change. The standard toilet break at three. This time though when I put my head out the tent I wasn’t greeted by the sight of 170,000 other tents but the sight of trees, trees and more trees. Now I knew the toilets were in walking distance but I had gotten lost earlier when it was light so I wasn’t going to chance it when I couldn’t see four feet ahead of me. Luckily the hiker biker campsites don’t employ the Pee Police that they have at Glastonbury so the only worry I had was if some hungry racoon fancied a bite of Willenhall’s finest. I awoke proper around 7am and freshened up and made some cereal, a coffee and some baked beans, packed my gear away and set off for Cape Lookout State Park. It was a 40 mile ride but I was struggling a bit as I was still hungry and also they were quite open and straight roads which I find a bit dull. I pulled over to get and sandwich and a drink in a town called Tillamock which is famous in Oregon for making Cheese. I spoke with a man in the coffee shop who was going to do my route with his daughter next year If I had followed my guide book I should have took a left just after Tillamock which would have put me on the 3 capes scenic route but I missed my turn and continued unaware for another 3 miles. I could see a figure in the distance waving frantically and I recognised it as the man I had earlier spoken with. I pulled over to find out what he wanted. I thought you were going to Cape Lookout he asked. I am, I replied. Not if you stay on this road you won’t be, the turning you want was a few miles back up that hill you just came down. Shit..!!!!!
Back on track I entered into Cape Lookout around 5pm, paid my 6 dollars, set up my tent, made some noodles and a coffee then went for a shower and a stroll on the beach. It had been cloudy all day while riding but now the sun was out and the sky was blue. When I got back to the tent area I saw Brandon and Kate had arrived and we joined up for a cup of wine, a handful of beef jerky and a chat on how the day had gone. Tomorrow can either be a 60 mile ride to Beverly Beach Park or a 43 mile ride to Devils Lake Park depending on which camp I choose. Dillon who we met at Nehalem had stayed at Devils Lake and said the camp was raided when he was there by the police doing a drug bust. Hmmm, 60 miles equals no drugs, 43 miles equals potential for drugs. To be honest I’m more interested in a full breakfast and a decent shower than getting off my nut on drugs.
I dedicate this part of the journey to Eleanor and Arron. X
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