Discover from Dan what hungry raccoons can get up to…
South of Bandon I’d stopped at the Greasy Spoon cafe. But opting for the salad. And a chance to reassess my timeline into San Francisco, my next stop after Seattle. Roughly a thousand miles between the two.
I’d a couple of days to catch up if I was to make my planned entry into San Francisco. Had a private room booked for a few nights in a hostel there, chance to securely sort out all my kit, before decanting to a cheaper dorm bed. Knew I’d not be able to shift this right as they were already fully booked.
But I also wanted time to stop and chat to people, to record my travels. Especially the giant Coast Redwood trees – sequoia sempervirens – trees along the southernmost Oregon coast and into northern California. Big blighters that can live for a couple of millennia.
We’d agreed not to leave it another twenty years. Parting company in a small cafe in Bandon. A day’s ride from the California border. I’d thought this a fantastic achievement and had said so. Giles and I had covered close on five hundred miles in a week, at a sustained pace many long-haul riders would balk at. There’d been a few unexpected challenges that had taken time to fix. Broken seatpost bolt amongst others. So, to get as close as we’d done to our target, was, I was certain, doubly impressive.
I’d planned to ride on to Brooking, our intended finish, that day. But didn’t want to rush off, deciding instead to stop short that night. Some things can wait. And I’d not got eight hours solid driving on the freeway to get back to West Seattle.