We know lots of people were anxiously waiting for a new post, so here we go, sorry we didn’t write earlier, but it’s not been very easy to find enough time and a good connection to the Internetz before. And we usually have other things to do online, like check the weather, our route, contacting friends and people on our route, check the news, etc. It’s not that we don’t love ya, just don’t be impatient!
We are glad to tell you that we survived the terrible weather we had in Oregon. It was pretty intense! We got hail storms and a lot of rain; temperatures below 30 degrees F (0 degrees C), and two or three inches of snow in North Bend, at that point we said “enough!, let’s get out of here”, and we took a shuttle to Crescent City in the North of California hoping to get better conditions. And it’s still very cold, but it’s been sunny in the last days at least.
So basically, we started riding in Tillamook (took a shuttle from Portland, kinda lame, but we were late on our schedule, sick, and not ready for the rain in the hills to get to the coast…), and just made our way down the 101, stopping for a few shots and some rest every time we felt like it, which is pretty often given the great coastal views. Sometimes we stop to shoot small videos, just like when we got into Waldport, the only sunny morning in Oregon (two hours later it was hailing like hell). We slept sometimes in the wild, sometimes clandestinely in campgrounds, other times honestly in campgrounds. We also tried an RV park once when we were very desperate at Lincoln city, not very sexy but it was the first place we found with showers and laundry and we were too frozen to look for something nicer.
In one of those nights in a campground, I woke up around 2 am, and heard the tarp on the bikes making some noise, like if the wind was shaking it, but it didn’t seem very windy outside. I was very thirsty and didn’t have water in the tent I decided to get up, and as I was putting my warm clothes on, I heard this big noise of a bike falling. Gil woke up all afraid; I got out of the tent with my knife asking “who’s there?”, and found three raccoons searching our bikes. They actually made a hole in Gil’s handle bar bag to get some trail mix he had in it. They didn’t seem very scared by my knife and my shouts; they stayed around in the bushes looking at us hanging our food in the tree. It was pretty hard to fall asleep after that, we were kind of paranoid, and I dreamed of zombies attacking the tent later that night. At 5:20 am, Gil wakes me up asking “did you hear that?”, and I could hear the tarp making the same kind of noise, so I told him “it’s your turn to get up now”, but he was all “well, fuck that, they can eat our shit, I don’t care” and went back to the depth of his sleeping bag, so I had to get up again to find the same raccoons looking in my bags, getting some plastic bags out, even if there was no food anymore. So that time we got up for real (we actually had the alarm at 5:30), packed our stuff with the raccoons trying to get close every time we wouldn’t be yelling at them, and left with the first light of the morning. Continue reading CIPO caraVAN now in California