One morning, a few days ago, when Christoph checked his rear tire and found it still had air, he exclaimed: “Every day is a present!” And from then on, that has been our mantra. It’s true. Every day is a present. I often take too much for granted. I become accustomed to certain things; to a certain way. Being on the road, cycling, meeting people, living simply, taking in all the beautiful countryside, drives home that every day is indeed a gift. One not to be wasted. One to be cherished, and one to be thankful for.
We have crossed Oregon from north to south. It’s been a beautiful ride. More beautiful as we headed south. Spectacular beaches. Lovely, winding side roads away from the busy highway. Gorgeous sunsets. Here are some photos.
The stars through the trees in our camp site at Cape Lookout.
And another great looking beach.
Sand sculpture at Arizona Beach.
Testing the waters at Arizona Beach.
Trees at Nehallem Beach.
Bull kelp art on Arizona Beach.
Nehallem Beach, OR
Road-side bike station in Port Orford.
Following the sun.
The Coquille River light house at Bandon, OR.
Cape Lookout sunset.
Road-side art made from found materials.
Fudge is soooo good.
Riding south on HWY 101 south of Cannon Beach.
The Greasy Spoon in Langlois, OR, is a must-stop for the hungry cyclist.
The path at Cape Lookout.
A morning visitor at our camp at Nehallem Beach.
In Crescent City, CA, Morris guided us to an outdoor store.
HWY 101 near Arizona Beach.
Chilling by the sea at Cape Lookout.
Christoph soaking up the ambiance in The Country Club, Klamath, CA.