Coast of Oregon


We are leaving behind the big city. Leaving Portland to embrace the coastal highways 101 starting in Tillamook, a small tiny village that is connected by a handy-bus that is only $10. I got tips for helping and old woman loading and unloading her baggage. Old people are always so cute. The ride was alternating between sun, rain and hail.

We made it the first day to Lincoln City, a small city of quiet surfers that cope with the bad weather to be far from the hectic crowds that invade the californian coasts. Mattie, our host welcomed us to his posh apartment, with 8 surf boards displayed on the wall, matching cups and plates and a full bed. Those are difficult to come across when you travel and are most welcomed. He invited us to go sapping (surfing with long boards and a paddle). We decided to stay for 2 nights. We went around some hikes, wet as Oregon can be, muddy and green. The weather keeps switching from sun, to rain to hail. It's is like someone is playing with the remote control up there. The sapping experience was awesome. Floating in a board standing on the middle of the lake.

But Thursday was time to hit the road. The time we gained on the five our ride to Portland is ticking and we've heard so many cool things about Santa Cruz that we are eager to get there. Five rides in a day from Lincoln city to Coos Bay. It is like getting and specimen of all the cultures in USA. Out and out old cowboy redneck, with his rowdy truck and 'howdal doin', creepy good Samaritans christian, a hippie couple in their honeymoon, nature lover and old hitchhiker from Montana. We made it to Coos Bay, after hours waiting in Yachats, but finally made it. Today it has been an authentic hitchhiking day.

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