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Published: September 8th 2018
Oregon 2018. Lincoln City D9
All I can say is that Lincoln City is long and thin. It must be a 6 mile strip intersected by the racetrack called Highway 101. Being a rest day Andrew and myself got our bikes out and rode 23 miles, just to prevent our legs from seizing up. Firstly we headed south through town on minor, lumpy, roads to Taft and Cutler City, which are really part of LC. There we saw miles of black sandy beach littered with massive trees washed up by the tide and read about the local indigenous people who were almost wiped out by diseases spread by settlers in the 1840’s. Surprisingly this Yacona tribe used to flatten their heads in childhood with planks of wood to distinguish themselves from neighbouring tribes. Following this visit we headed north again and had a coffee and a piece of cheesecake for lunch. We may as well have been given a bag of sugar. Whilst there we saw several people as large as life, or perhaps even larger than that, coming in for their sugar fix. God Bless America. However, I must say the hotel breakfast I had was good, a breakfast
skillet -m of fried egg, sunny side, up with a mixture of fried potato, onion and peppers along with two thick slices of buttered toast. Some chose pancakes,of course, which only Americans can serve up for breakfast. After the sugar fix at lunchtime we went around the shortest river ’R’ whose source is the Devils Lake 100 metres away (sorry, we are in America now so 338ft away), and is surrounded by some very serious properties. The sun was shining nicely all day so it was very pleasant to be out, despite a cool wind off the sea and despite having to cross the 101 several times and fighting for space over the V8 pickup trucks and RV’s in abundance, not to mention the logging trucks with their trailers neatly piggybacked behind. Andrew has decided he has brought too much luggage after all and is posting some of it back home. I hope he gets it for Christmas, since it can’t be far away having already seen three large plastic Father Christmases on the Main Street today. We also crossed the 45’th parallel today which is half way between the North Pole and the equator. In Europe it passes through
Grenoble and near Bordeaux. It also almost follows the Wyoming, Montana border (for those who have visited Yellowstone and passes through Mammoth Hot Springs). Good meal tonight eating white fish and chips at the Blackfish Restaurant and then back to watch the sunset only for it to cloud over 5 mins before it went down. Sad? ’You got it’.
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