Slippery Back Roads and Blown Away on the Coast

Today Carl and I went on a bit of an adventure.  The goal was to collect more covered bridges for my covered bridge photo project.  We visited Hayden Covered Bridge, Fisher Covered Bridge, North Fork Yachats Covered Bridge, and Wildcat Creek Covered Bridge.  There were a few more on our list but the weather was getting ominous and we were pretty beat up from the ride so we called it a day and headed back to Corvallis after only four bridges.  Prior to the ride, I consulted several maps of the Central Coast Range to make sure the roads we would be traversing were at least somewhat paved.  It turns out that on-the-ground road conditions vary greatly from what is printed in official maps.

 

Somewhere east of Cape Perpetua.  We rode on National Forest Development roads from Fisher to Yachats.  While the map said that they were all paved, we found several were only partially paved or otherwise in poor repair.  The roads were all covered in forest detritus which made for incredibly slick riding.  Many times our front or rear wheels lost traction and began to slide out from under us.  By sheer determination, riding skill, and luck we managed to not dump our bikes.  The gusting wind didn’t help matters.

Along the way we spied a couple of old vans parked on a side road with several shifty guys moving agricultural equipment.  It appears that we spotted the starts of a pot grow.  Stay classy, Mexican drug cartels.

 

 



 

At Cape Perpetua we stopped in at Devil’s Churn for a bathroom break and to add extra layers of warmth.  The wind was ripping along the coast.  It caused us some problems.  Within a 100 foot stretch of road, the wind direction could completely reverse three times.  Being whipped back and forth is really punishing on the body.  I’m surprised I didn’t get whiplash from a few of the more violent gusts that not only sent my bike careening to one side or the other but also snapped my head 90 degrees.

 


 

Devil’s Churn was really active with the big storm barreling down on the coast.

Cape Perpetua and the Coast with Kendra and Co.

Yesterday I received a surprise text from Kendra saying she was in town for the Beaver Freezer Triathlon.  She and two of her work mates had driven out from Tri Cities to compete in the event.  One thing led to another and we ended up on the coast, checking out Cape Perpetua.

 

Before we went to Cape Perpetua, we stopped in Newport at the old light house on the north side of the bridge.  North and South jetties were pretty rough.  I doubt anyone was going over the Newport bar yesterday.

One of the first lighthouses built on the Pacific Northwest coast.

The Yaquina Bay Bridge.

 


 

Looking out toward Japan.

 

 

On top of Cape Perpetua looking south toward Florence.

The verdant forests of the Oregon Coast Range stretching far inland.

Devil’s Churn far below.

 

Rebekah, Fiona, and Kendra.

 

The West Rock Shelter with Fiona and Kendra peaking around the corner.  Rebekah is in the window.

 

 

Yachats through the trees.

 

 

The rain forest at the top of Cape Perpetua is very lush.

 

Big spruce and fir trees.


 

Devil’s Churn at the base of Cape Perepetua.

 



 

Sean going over to get an up-close view of the churn.

 

 

Kendra and Sean at some point did get wet.

 


 

Sea grass or moss or something similar in a tide pool.

 

 

Setting up for a group photo with the whole gang.

 


 

Slime on a vertical earth bank.

 

 

 

At a beach further up the coast.

 

 

Cartwheel time.

 

 

Foam from the sea.

 


 

On the bay front in Newport.  We went to the Rogue Alehouse where we won a few bucks at trivia.

 

 

A sea lion on the dock doing his thing.