My second of 48 states has been crossed.... I'm now in Washington - State #3! But I'll be back in eastern Oregon in a few months as I head towards state #4 and beyond.
For this first jaunt through Oregon, we entered the state in Brookings and headed north to Portland, a total of about 465 miles.
Oregon has been a beautiful state. You've probably heard of what a scenic place the south coast is, with its rocky vistas and nice beaches. The coastal mountains, too, are breathtaking with their rushing rivers and tall pines. The Willamette Valley is lovely with its green fields and vineyards. And in the last but certainly not least part of our ride through the state, we did our part to "keep Portland weird."
As much as I enjoy moss-covered trees and babbling brooks, these only exist thanks to the amazing amount of rain this region gets. While this winter has been wetter than average, rain is so typical here that the locals refer to dry moments as "sun breaks." Most days we rode in some kind of wet weather: fog to drizzle, hail to downpour, with an occasional snowflake for variety. But there was always a friendly host with a warm, dry place waiting for us at the end of each day, which makes the wet going easier to bear. Actually, most of the time I enjoyed the experience of being out in this raw, wild, passionate nature!
Oregon has lots and lots of rivers. And lots and lots of bridges. This is the Rogue River, which Apollo and I crossed using this the 101 freeway bridge.
Another (literally) big road challenge in Oregon - logging trucks. Sometimes with little to no shoulder for us to move over for them.