Pacific City, Oregon

Once we closed on our property in Colorado, the first order of business was to head back to the Northwest to see our families before going to Idaho to get our stuff. While we were in Oregon the weather was absolutely amazing so we called Ezra and headed out to the coast. Sprocket absolutely loved playing in the waves and we really enjoyed the sunshine!

Pacific City, OregonForrest, Ezra in Pacific City Sprocket and friend, Pacific City

Sprocket swimming

Sprocket swimming

Kahekili-Manamana Loop

After our buggy first hike, we decided that we would go back to the same spot—but that this time the adventure would be up on the ridgetop. The hike for the day would be the Kahekili-Manamana loop. From the pictures we saw on Unreal Hawaii, it appeared we’d get some great views of the island as reward for the climb.

The views were as incredible as promised and there were even some opportunities for a little bit of scrambling. The mosquitoes were much less of a problem on this hike except for at the creek crossing (the waterfall was dry so we didn’t mind hurrying out of this area).

Knife’s edge hiking
Ocean views
Monkey boy
Dry waterfall
Summit views
Little used trail
Trail goes up there
Knife’s edge descent

 

First Day in Hawaii

We spent our first few days in Hawaii with Shel and Zeppelin (unfortunately Evan was in Washington for work). Shel kindly lent us her car and we headed to the North Shore to check it out. The first day, we had loco moco breakfast in Haleiwa before going to Sunset Beach to watch some of the World Cup of Surfing. As we passed through Kahuku, I tried pani popo (a sweet bun soaked in coconut milk) from a street vendor, it was delicious.

At Kahana Bay, we got off the highway and hiked the Nakoa Trail. It was pretty buggy in spots and didn’t have and views so we left feeling a little bit disappointed although it felt pretty cool to be hiking through the jungle.

We also stopped to visit a macadamia nut farm and picked up some kalua pork and laulau for lunch. We ate our lunch on Hie’ea Pier, stopped at Waimanalo Beach for some ocean time, and then finished looping around the eastern side of the island.

 

Waves and Wine

Mom and Aunt Laura made it down to the Valley this weekend for a bit of relaxation. We met up in the morning and headed out to Newport. We had lunch at Bay 839. The tapas were great and it was really fun to hang out and just talk.

After lunch we headed north towards Lincoln City. We took a quick break in Lincoln City to walk on the beach and had wine not been calling my name I would probably have ended up in the water. We headed back inland towards Dallas and started making the rounds of the wineries.

Our first stop was Chateau Bianca. I was rather unimpressed by this stop. The wines were pretty good but the guy who poured the wines was such a boor. The next stop at Firesteed Winery was much more pleasing. I loved ALL of their wines especially the $60 pinot noir…

We made a couple of other stops: Orchard Heights Winery…which just ended up being kind of shabby. We also checked out Cubanisimo Vineyards which was pretty cute and the wines were okay but nothing super special. The afternoon had gone so fast we were all pretty surprised to find that it was getting close to five and most of the wineries would be closing soon. We did manage to get to Bryn Mawr Vineyards before they closed and it was my favorite stop of the day. They only use estate grown grapes…and they only have four acres! The wine was fabulous and I was enchanted by the small garage sized operation.

The day wound up with dinner at Big River in Corvallis with Forrest. My food was really awesome (chantrelle risotto) but Forrest’s pizza wasn’t too great. We did discover the Double Mountain IRA though so the dinner was definitely worth it.

Originally posted on the blog: Evergreen Rambles.

Day 2-Capetown to Mendocino

I woke up on Day 2 feeling pretty stiff from a long day on the bike the day before. Things weren’t about to get much better in terms of pure hours sitting on the bike although I was really excited for the day on the Lost Coast. We set out from Capetown into what must have been a high pressure pocket sitting on top of the ridge because there was fog to the east and definitely fog over the ocean. We were hoping to be able to access Cape Mendocino which is the westernmost point in California but, again, we were thwarted by private land.

The stretch of the road that ran along the coast was beautiful and I really enjoyed seeing cows on the sand. It was just such a funny thing to see. From there we headed inland to Petrolia, where the first oil drilling in California took place. After a short detour out to Mattole Beach we cruised on to Honeydew and headed south onto Kings Mountain Road. I have to admit that the initial decent onto Kings Mountain Road had me gripping the boxes and desperately wanting to close my eyes until it was over…those were some tight switchbacks!

At the end of Kings Mountain Road we headed down into Shelter Cove to get something for brunch. We were figuring that with such a resort community there would certainly be somewhere to get food but that didn’t seem to be the case. We ended up in a little coffee shop that specialized in microwaving food with a talkative barista from Maui who is doing the coffee shop thing to wait out the real estate market so he can sell all his properties in Shelter Cove. After getting nice and warm we headed up the hill again bound for Chemise Mountain Road. It was a really nice pretty road that was paved once we reached the Mendocino County line (which started “Mendocino County Line” by Lee Anne Womack and Willie Nelson running through both of our heads except neither of us could remember the words).

At Four Corners we decided to take a sidetrip down Briceland Road to see some more of the coast. We were still being thwarted by fog but it was a pretty drive anyway. I fell in love with the ranger station near Needle Rock–the grey weathered siding with smoke coming from the chimney all in view of the ocean accessible by a long winding dirt road. We stashed the tank bag and helmets at the end of the road for the quarter mile ramble to Bear Harbor. What a neat place to camp! Beautiful beach, cute little stream, close to the car for comfortable camping but really remote…awesome!

After retracing our path back to Four Corners we set out on Usal Road. It deserves its reputation as pretty gnarly–there were ruts everywhere and twenty miles has never felt so long! I felt bad for Forrest as he fought the addition of my weight on the really rutted road but I think he had a damn good time anyway. We ran into a guy with an Explorer at the southern end of the wilderness state park headed north who was concerned about how bad had been to that point and wanted our opinion about continuing. We told him it was probably not a good idea and when we saw how NOT bad the rest of the road (it was steep but actually pretty well graded) was we decided that was definitely the right decision.

Going 55mph on Highway 1 felt so fast after spending all day on dirt! Twisty and beautiful. Forrest was loving the 20 mph corners and I was glued to the view of the coast. Before we knew it we’d found ourselves as far south as Fort Bragg and needed to start looking for a place to spend the night. We postponed the looking long enough to walk around downtown and have a small beer sampler at North Coast Brewing.

After a frustrating search for a camping spot in a variety of California State Parks (full signs and $35/night fees!) that lead us through the cute town of Mendocino (again, going to have to go back someday!) we found a place to camp near the airport in Little River where we got to relax and have a campfire.

Day 2: 155 miles

Originally posted on the blog: Evergreen Rambles.

Rambling Oregon 4th

What a 4th Of July weekend!

We got in a bit of everything–Friday evening we rode up to Green Peter Lake where Tony’s friends had taken their boats for some 4th of July camping. We got in some time on the water–I got to go tubing!–and enjoyed their bonfire (Forrest was firewood gather-er extraordinaire. We also commandeered their canoe for a moonlit paddle. It was a gorgous summer evening of which I have a feeling this summer won’t have nearly enough.

On the morning of the 4th, Forrest talked me onto the Montessa for some more motorcycle training. After some frustration–for both of us–I finally was able to start it up and ride nice circles around the church basketball court. Tony showed up and we rode out to his grandparents house on the Siletz for a picnic. What a place!!! There’s a nice deep swimming hole in the river (complete with a zip cable), a deluxe picnic shelter, and the all-important outhouse.

We cruised on down to the coast mid-afternoon to join the crew down there. The temperature drop going down the hill into Newport was killer! There were some “fireworks alterations” fortunately with no altering injuries, followed by the professional fireworks show through the ocean fog. Not quite the Lakin beer, lawn darts, and fireworks extravaganza but fun nevertheless.

We spent a lazy Sunday mainly hanging around the trailer with Tom & Kay briefly venturing out for a visit to Yaquina Bay Lighthouse and a (windy) walk on the beach. By the time we got home we were both anxious for showers and tried to watch a movie–neither of us were too awake when it was over!

Tacoma this weekend for some baseball with the Lakin cousins and California in a week and a half!

Originally posted on the blog: Evergreen Rambles.