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The wreck of the Peter Iredale is a popular attraction on the northern Oregon coast.
Not much of this once very large ship remains.
Inside the rusty hull.
This once was a really big ship but now it’s just a few bits of iron poking above the sand. However, the steel masts standing out of the sand suggest that the keel is still underneath the sand.
We hope the Peter Iredale remains accessible for many decades to come!
The TGPCHPCMY2KMR+10, otherwise known as POPCORN, ride quickly reacquainted me with driving on the right side of the road and riding on a motorcycle. As soon as I was dropped off from the airport, having just come back from a summer in Australia, a vacation in Vanuatu, the Trans-Australia Expedition, and a tour of New Zealand, I jumped on my bike and headed to Corvallis to pick up Emily. She was to be my passenger on this epic ride. My bike, The TARDIS, after hibernating for four months in my parents garage, actually started and ran admirably.
Pulling out of the garage, the weather already didn’t look particularly friendly.
This photo is of Emily donning rain gear somewhere near Yamhill, Oregon.
The TARDIS loaded with gear.
The bridge across the Columbia River in Astoria.
Working on mending Emily’s torn rain gear with zip ties.
A bevy of PCs in Port Angeles stopped for coffee.
I love this yellow PC although I’d never turn my white PC any other color.
Fixing a busted mirror on another ’89 PC that took a low side spill in some twisties. The rider was a-okay and not even shaken.
At a burger joint east of Port Angeles. Art from my windshield exchange trip and from the epic Corvallis -> San Francisco -> Corvallis 36 hour trip was there. He’s just to the left of my bike (yes, the only one parked not on the center stand).
One of the Canadian contingent.
In Toledo, close to Mount Saint Helens, we stopped for lunch.
Getting ready to mount The TARDIS (yes, from the proper side…).
At the campground at Bagby Hot Springs with Emily, her boyfriend Brandon (not pictured), and a smudge pot burning things it wasn’t originally designed to burn.
Brandon’s camper.
My tent.
The TARDIS under cover.
Snowboarding was a bust today due to bad weather on Hood. Instead Kaycie and I decided to go to Astoria, Seaside, and Cannon Beach. At Astoria we climbed the Astoria Column where we ran into a very funny bunch of Kiwis who thought the fog and mist was “mystical” and some other funny words. Evidently they don’t have fog in New Zealand.
The mystical view from the top of the column. That is looking southwest toward the Highway 101 bridge over the bay behind Astoria.
I was SOOOO excited to be on the top of Astoria!
The bridge to Washington over the Columbia.
Looking inland. The fog was starting to clear.
Astoria.
Looking northeast toward the Columbia and Washington.
Kaycie in Seaside. There wasn’t a single thing worthwhile open today in Seaside. We ended up going to Cannon Beach for a late lunch at a pretty decent brewpub. I highly recommend their Ruby Red.
An awesome railway sandwiched into an abandoned lot in Seaside. It was sad that it was closed. I think Rick S. needs one of these in his back yard!