It was a crisp, smoke-free morning in Oregon. We broke camp, hoping that the next time the gear came out it would be laid on the beach. Ocean, here we come.
A bit of the TAT takes us into Tiller OR.
We stopped at the South Fork Cafe for breakfast. We shot the breeze with some of the locals and caught most of the Price Is Right. Who knew Drew Carey was hosting it now? Weird...
Their showers were out of order, so after breakfast it was back into the woods. We rode a bit of highway, caught a short leg of the TAT, and then found more single-lane forest service asphalt. As fate would have it, we wouldn't catch up with the TAT again. Onward!
Remember kids, hydration is key. And now we can get onward.
Luck was on our side and found us riding another deserted, dust free strip of old asphalt through the coastal ranges. The scenery was absolutely gorgeous and the riding was a blast. After a few close calls, we learned to watch out for the rafting vans that seemed to be the only other things on the road.
This sign helped us figure out where we really were. By this point we were both tired of GPS and maps and were mostly just pointing the bikes west and figuring we'd find the ocean eventually.
No ocean yet. The Rogue River valley is pretty damn spectacular though.
Success!! Beyond that bridge is our salty turning point. It's surreal to think that we rode motorcycles all the way here. After the endlessly rolling landscape that we've watched go by, there's something very final about the ocean. Whether we're ready for it or not, our long road west ends here.