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TransAm Day #66 Cape Lookout, OR - Nehalem Bay State Park, OR

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TransAm Day #66 August 1, 2018 Cape Lookout, OR - Nehalem Bay State Park, OR 45 Miles Ride Time 3:32 Hours Tour Total  Miles 4550 details at:  https://cyclemeter.com/4b2d99e24f1383f2/Cycle-20180801-1030-20559 I spent the night in a Tsunami Hazard Zone. Ever since the movie ‘The Impossible’, tsunamis have freaked me out. Fortunately there were no natural disasters last night. I slept in a grove of Salal bushes alongside the beach at Camp Lookout. I could hear waves crashing all night long. The mosquitos were bad, so I got into my tent as soon as I could. My companions sought and found the shower. They’re worried I’ve slipped back into my Idaho self. This morning they were throwing objects at my tent for me to get up. It was the first time I wasn’t doing the throwing. Eileen performed Hot Chocolate’s ‘I Believe in Miracles’ on top of the picnic table. Everyone then played air guitar to ‘Every 1’s a Winner’, except for Scotty. He had never heard of Hot Chocolate...

TransAm Day #67 Nehalem Bay State Park, OR - Astoria, OR

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TransAm Day #67 August 2, 2018 Nehalem Bay State Park, OR - Astoria, OR 56 Miles Ride Time 4:29 Hours Tour Total  Miles 4605 details at: https://cyclemeter.com/4b2d99e24f1383f2/Cycle-20180802-0842-31208 The hike and bike campsite at Nehalem Bay State Park had sand-filled platforms for tents, and it was a comfortable night’s sleep. I awoke to mist and fog. There was sand and pine needles stuck to everything. My tent and fly were soaking wet, and there are few things I loathe more than packing soggy gear.  I sat with the others at a picnic table. Eileen cooked the Cup-a-Noodle soup she had coerced me to buy in Lochsa Lodge. It was our last camp meal together, and the mood was somber. After Astoria, Scott would be continuing his tour south to San Francisco, so Eileen presented him with her titanium spork for the journey. We all took our Cognitols. Klaus offered me cookies with the same hand he had just used to apply his chamois butter.  I set off in...