Seven Devils Road

Just road down seven devils road, which turned to dirt and plunged so far after we climbed so high that we found ourselvs in foggy, forested territory, cold, with a hill ahead and unsure of weather we were on the right road at all. I freaked out a little at the thought of only getting deeper down this road that might not lead anywhere. Lyon saved the day by asking a passing car (one out of 3 that passed us the entire 13 miles) where the heck this road went. When the guys in the car informed us that paved road and a downhill was ahead and that it would indeed lead to route 30, we sighed releived and continued pushing our bikes by foot in better spirits but still cursing all seven devils.

We made it 57 miles yesterday to sunset bay state park where, yes, we did watch the sun set. It was beautiful. There was a bride there getting here picture taken. We almost stopped in North Bend last night after meeting a nice man named Buck, who offered to let us stay at his house. He, as he put it, had a soft spot for anyone on two wheels. We would have taken him up on his offer had it not ben such a pretty day, and had our mission for the day not been pulling us both to keep moving. This feeling of needing to put miles behind us is something we both feel. We are not behind. If anything, we are ahead of schedule, but there's an urgency to keep moving and meet or goal for the day, which is why it kills us when we can't. Today we've gone 25, and we've gotten past all of our big hills for the day, so we are hoping to make the 25 to cape blanco. In the morning we'll tour the Hughs home.