If you've ever gone horseback riding on an old stable horse you might remember that the horse is slow going out but when you point it back towards the barn, look out. I'll get to that, but first few pictures. I messed up and forgot to take pics in Victoria, so here are some from the Ferry on the way out. I had to take the 6:10 AM and had to be there an hour early [
!] for immigration. Customs is at Port Angeles and they waved me through after a few cursory questions.
Bike strapped down (brought my own straps)
Well this old stable horse is pretty much the same. It wasn't too bad when I got off the Ferry at Port Angeles, I did go out to Neah Bay and Cape Flattery.
Cape Flattery is the north western most point in the continental US. You have to hike down a trail to get to the end. It isn't the hiking down so much, as the hiking back UP.
So I finally get back on 101 South heading for Aberdeen WA and they are chip sealing the road in many places, so I am stuck in long que's waiting. Some guy stopped behind me told me about a way around the last stretch and I end up at Ocean Beaches in WA at this cheapo camp grounds. No Wifi, No cell service, no store, but at least a place to camp for cheap.
I wake up the next AM to a heavy mist, light drizzle, OK RAIN GO*AMMIT... [lol] I put up the tent wet and hit the road.
I was supposed to head to Portland and this is where the old stable horse sets in. I am making terrible time as it is 95 in Portland, Saturday, and I think the whole State has headed for the coast, so I bag it, tell my friends, I gotta go home and continue on my way south. One small town and slow speed zone and traffic jam after another, very frustrating. I think I was lucky to get 200 miles in over 7 hours.
By the end of the day I am exhausted, and there are no campground vacancies. Finally I found a campsite on a nice inlet (at Walport I Think). I think I am getting smarter, (if not younger) cause I bought some food to cook for when ever I finally got a place to land. Again no wifi, but some friendly neighbors.
THis guy Don was born in 1928 and used to ride Vincent Motorcycles. He told some good stories.
This morning I broke camp and was on the road by 8:30. By now I am passing photo ops, I have made the decision to go home, and was determined to push some distance. I did stop for this herd of Elk but they were too low in the bush for a good shot (camera not rifle [}
I crossed the state line into California, and I was happy! 4 lanes, 70 MPH. Oregon, I love you, you are beautiful, but it is too slow if you are trying to get somewhere.
So I am in Eureka CA, at the Travelodge, the shower was great, and I have 300 miles to go. I expect to get home tommorow. [:P]
The bike has been nearly perfect. It felt a little weird yesterday so I stopped at a tire store and found my pressure had dropped a couple of lbs. Aired up and good to go. The front TKC is nearly shot and I never needed it anyway, I could have run a street tire.
When I lost my tool bag and chain lube I bought Castrol chain lube at Walmart. It is crap. It flies off everywhere even if I put it on the night before. I had it seeping down onto the exhaust and I smelled burning oil. At one point I thought the seal around the front sprocket was going, but eventually it stopped. I must have used too much, but I've never had the problem with PJ-1 Blue.
So that's it for now. I am southbound and down ([uhoh]) first thing in the morning.
More Pics Here.