It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best since you have to sweat up hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate rememberance of a country you have driven throgh as you gain by riding a bicycle


Ernest Hemingway




Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Could get used to this

23rd May Lincoln city to Florence (84 miles)

Day started well with blue skies and sunshine , cold last night though . Even when sunny it's only mid sixties at the mo. The great state of Oregon has designed pretty much the perfect bike route









along the coast with stunning views of the mighty pacific, up and down high coastal roads that sweep








through pine forests and through super quaint villages and towns full of character. You eventually run out of superlatives and photos don't do it justice, a pretty good day's ride all in all









Ended up in a state park just outside Florence. The 'hiker/biker' areas are set apart from the rest of the park, usually in the forest and v cheap at 5 bucks a night . As all are bikers lots of conversations about gear ratios, routes and the weather ( also a lot of beards) . As I lie in tent I can hear a guy playing the Uke and singing bluegrass numbers Pretty cool, and I had pork and beans for tea, proper rawhide me.

Highlight of the day, coffee , ice cream and oatmeal cookies for lunch, if any one of this holy trinity were uninvented I would come home tomorrow

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