Bandon, OR, to Eureka, CA

 Most days on the Oregon coast begin with a sandy walk within the 1st hour of travel.

 While Seaside, OR, boasts Haystack Rock, similar rocks of all sizes proliferate.

 Logging trucks, the nemesis of bicycle riders everywhere. Most of these drivers are skilled professionals, but they drive fast (time is money) and are exceedingly noisy. 

 Crescent City light House. Off to the left, we were able to spot 10-20 whale spouts within about 15 minutes. A local woman said that this migrating pod had been lingering in the area for weeks.

We stopped for a late lunch in Eureka at the Lost Coast Brewery. This beer label trough back memories of several visits to Trieste, perhaps more know for area wines than beer.

We are both looking forward to visiting Pam and Jon in Healdsburg tomorrow. Great biking, home of Bear Republic, and fine wines. We keep asking them to visit us in Bozeman, but I have never been able to supply a convincing justification for them to leave paradise.

Seaside to Bandon, OR

Fall tours of the Oregon Coast should be like today—nor rain, minimal fog turning to sun early morning. 

 Typical Oregon Coast view

 Oceanside, OR. Thanks for the advice, Peg and Jamie, or we would have blown right by this wonderful side trip of the 101.

 Just like in the personals, romantic walks on the beach . . .

 Light at the end of the tunnel.

 Rocks at the end of the tunnel.

 Mo's Seafood, Florence, OR. Good but after finishing our lunch, a local advised against it. The good news as she saw it was that we didn't select the restaurant to the east.

 Beach at Bandon

Nice flowers on a plant with nasty thorns. They grow on the beach dunes±pretty effective at keeping people and dogs on the "straight and narrow."

Portland to Seaside

A typical western Oregon morning, fog turning to mist turning to rain and flirting with sun—eventually.

 Cannon Beach with Haystack Rock in the distance.

 Nice mile walk to Haystack Rock.

 Northern view at Cannon Beach.

 Come on.

 Ears

Striking . . .

 . . . a . . .

. . . pose.

And finally sun.

Where are my dividend checks?

Here is a business that my brother Tom and I can endorse.

I managed to get out for 17 miles of biking around Portland Saturday afternoon, and then 30 miles late this afternoon on Highways 101 and 104, out and back north of Seaside. Amazing after the set start.

Of course Nancy found a pet store in Seaside. These t-shirts for dogs might be the most interesting. If Eli actually caught a squirrel he would not know what to do with it.

U know Fox—fair and balanced— so here's KC.

Together—blogger, KC, and Eli.

The Dalles to Portland

Pete warned us about fog and mist. So far, it tends to clear by mid-day.

Southern Washington State as seen from Oregon

Paddle wheeler for tourists

Lock entrance

Lock exit

Disused lock at Cascade Locks. Before the locks, travelers, freighters, and the natives faced a 5-mile portage on a narrow, rocky trail.

Barges and tug on the Columbia River

As part of the Lewis and Clark Trail, Sacagawea and Seamen, the Newfoundland, feature prominently at many way points.

 The "come hither" look appealed to this sculptor (or to the selection committee).

 Not too scary, so . . . 

. . . I can strike a pose.

Voodoo Doughnuts. Famous from national cable food shows, adding to American's obesity with a sense of humor.

It is trendy and undoubtably good, but look at the line. Miss Patience and I lacked the patience to stand in line. Almost everyone carried out a large box. Were they famished after the long line, just that good, or taking them home to share? Most every group immediately sat down and chowed down. Perhaps a great opportunity for resale, since everything else was for sale at the Saturday Market in Portland.

Saturday Market, keeps growing. We replaced a broken bowl from a set purchased nearly 20 years ago. Same potter who said that he began selling at this market when he retired 25 years ago. Still semi-retired.

Just north of the Saturday market on the Willamette River with walking and bike paths on both sides.