After an absurdly brief overnight in Portland I set out for Flint Rock, California, taking the 101 down from Lincoln City, Or. My trusty mileage map said it was just over five hundred miles. I knew that it would take longer than the 8.5 hours projected because I'd have to stop and stretch my legs, and grab a beer or two (for later) at the Rogue Ales Public House in Newport.
In 2009 I set out on an 8-month solo trip to South America from Vancouver - on a motorbike. Somewhere around California I learned to ride the damn thing and once I got to Guanajuato, Mexico I found out her name. Rocinanta and I had an eventful 40,000 km together on the way to Ushuaia, Argentina. Come along for the ride? ... full info
Rouge Ales Public HouseI knew I was going through Newport so I just had to stop by. Glad I did too. It's in this really cool part of town down by the old harbour. Beers are still expensive though!
Sea Lion Cave?You can't really tell but this is a picture of a Sea Lion cave. Just up and to the left of the center of the frame there are some lounging on the rocks by the cave's entrance. This was as close as I got because I had a long way to go and I heard that the Sea Lions were charging cover...
Cape BlancaCan you see my campsite? NO! Me hide like ninja.