Sunday, September 21, 2008

Destination Bandon: The Second Day--Pacific City to Bandon, OR

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On the second day of our ride from Seattle to Bandon, OR we woke up with our bikes soaking wet with morning fog.

We wiped them down, packed up and off we went south towards Bandon. We expected it to take about 6 hours of riding. Before we left Pacific City we went back towards Cape Kiwanda to snap a few photos. It was around 10 am.

Once we got on the road it was comfortable riding and the sun was coming out. The road is narrow and twisty so we took our time as well as followed lots of logging trucks and large RVs which kept us at a slow pace. The scenery was lovely so it allowed us a glimpse of the ocean every once in a while. We finally stopped at Cape Fowlweather for a break. According to the sign, Captain Cook discovered and named this Cape. We were there on a nice day. Winds can be over 100 mph here with no visibility.

There was alot of fog to ride through from this point south.

Cape Foulweather did not have a public restroom (?!) and I take advantage anytime we are stopping. I had already had a couple cups of coffee earlier in the morning. We headed south again down 101 and, lo and behold, we ran into road contruction. This was a Monday morning and they had the road down to one lane on a major through way. I tried to stay calm and not think about it as we sat with our engines turned off for 40 minutes as nobody moved. The fog was surrounding us so we couldn't really see the scenery either. We finally got going and so did the miles of cars and logging trucks behind us. The first town we came to I stopped. What a relief!

As we rode on further the temps got cooler and the fog was covering the ocean view. We stopped often for hot coffee and food. That day DQ became our fast food friend. Almost every small town in Oregon has a Dairy Queen with clean restrooms and hot strong coffee. They would prove to be our rest stop of choice for the days to come.

We finally arrived in Bandon around 4 pm after riding 6 hours and about 180 miles that day. So far we had gone 479 miles on our trip. It felt much easier than the first day, although challenging terrain. The road is narrow and passes inland through deep dark forests, and then moves out right along the rocky cliffs next to the Pacific Ocean. Again, my mind registered so many images I was having trouble processing it all. We would be staying at this little motel for 2 nights. It is called the Windermere and was originally built for artists who would take little cabins and park their Model A's in between. It has been updated but still keeps the quaint woodwork and charm of a beach motel. It had a little kitchen area fully supplied with necessities. There is a sliding glass door which looks right out to the ocean. I could have lived there. Some mornings the fog would cover the whole beach, but if you waited for the window of opportunity there were a couple of hours a day you could actually see out to the horizon. Our other window looked out to the bikes so we could keep a good eye on them. It was perfect and 1/2 mile down the road from my aunt.

Again the fog and moisture took over our bikes as the sun went down. The motel was great about giving us alot of rags to wipe them down in the mornings. They were also very interested in the Victory and the motel owner was seen checking it out many times in our 2 days there. Everyone we met along the way was interested in the bikes. These were all Seniors travelling along the coastline like we were. We talked to people from Utah, the Netherlands, and other motorcycling travellers.

In Oregon you are not allowed to pump your own gas. Can you believe it? They don't want the public breathing gas fumes, but it is OK for the guy working the pumps. With motorcycles it is a different story. They have to slide your card into the 'pay-at-the-pump' slot, and then hand you the nozzle. I always fill my own and Dave does too. I think bikers are more particular with their gas drips, so they always had a paper ready for me to catch them with.

As we wound down for the day, we looked out at this lovely view. Now we could relax, visit with my aunt, and rest up for our ride home on Wednesday.


B.B. said...

The fog sucks, but it sure does make for great pics. I love the little motel, it looks very quaint.

xobule said...

Nice trip and beautiful pictures

Rick said...

I am so jealous! Great photos!

mrs rc said...

Sounds like a great trip. The ups & downs always make it an experience to remember!

Pumping gas is the same in New Jersey. The attendants usually do not hesitate to let bikers pump their own--just ask.

Sangfroid said...

awesome! riding along the pacific is a dream yet to be realized :-)
and the motel u mention is one great stop with mesmerizing views.

btw, i was of the assumption that all gas stations is the US are unmanned,at least that is what i saw in CA.

And road construction on a Monday morning ... just like it happens here :-)

FLHX_Dave said...

More awesome picts. Now I have to take the coast ride up there. Very cool. Thanks for the inspiration.

Oh hell no. Nobody is pumping my gas for me. The first dude who scratches my tank with the spout, squirts gas on my saddle is getting that nozzle shoved up his...well, you know. Breathing fumes would be the least of that guys worries.

Very cool post. I'm loving the sights.

Becky said...

B.B.: The fog was OK but cold. We've stayed at the motel before and it is not inexpensive, but worth the view.

xobule: Thanks for stopping by.

Rick: You'll have to plan a ride to the west coast sometime. It's always scenic.

Mrs. RC: I wasn't aware other states didn't allow you to pump gas. The attendants in WA were very good about letting us do it.

Sangfroid: Thanks for the comment. Here each state makes their own laws, even helmet and safety laws are different. Road construction seems to be ongoing everywhere. They never seem to catch up.

flhx_dave: I'm happy you are enjoying the pictures. You must do the Oregon Coast ride! It is well worth it, but bundle up.


irondad said...

It's pretty, but that ride down 101 can be a long one! I was born in Coos Bay. I don't know what it is, but it keeps calling me back. It's not like there's really anything there. In fact, I find it dreary. At the same time, there's a certain mystique.

I really enjoyed seeing the photos.

"Joker" said...

Ah...fog, beach front motels and sea grass...I love it. It very much resembles the coast of Maine in the photos. I remember in Milwaukee being at the waterfront and feeling it was just plain wrong with the absence of salty air. I can't imagine living in a place where the ocean is not within a reasonable drive.

The looks and comments you get from folks on a road trip are a kick. I think many of them have a wonder and maybe a secret envy of what it must be like to take off on a long trip on two wheels. I'm glad I stopped wondering and started doing it.