I have found a coffee shop that still has desktop computers for their customer's use. Pay phones and computers on tables are going the way of the dinosaur! Eureka is a lovely town with loads of beautiful Victorian buildings. We are staying in a restored Victorian Inn down in "old town". The building is so interesting and nothing can beat the individual attention you get at a small, locally owned establishment. We have front row seating to a local theater production of "Over the River and Through the Woods" tonight. The desk clerk is also the theater critic for the local paper and has her connections! She raved about the show so we had to give it a try. Here's a little run down of what we've been seeing. Pictures will come later!
Lighthouses - the coast has so many of these and they are all beautiful. We have tried to see as many as possible, but when the book says that the lighthouse is located "p a steep and rough road" or "at the end of an isolated penninsula", we decide just buy the post card. There are spots a bicycle or bicyclist just can't really go.
Sand Dunes - the area around Florence, Oregon is one giant sand dune. It can be miles wide in spots and I think over 100 miles long. It is a favorite spot for dune buggies. We were reminded of those old video games as you see these little buggies screaming up and over these massive dunes. Quite amazing to see.
People - unlike our cross country trip, a day never goes by where we don't meet at least 1 other cyclist. It is utter foolishness to travel the coast south to north due to the winds, so most people are cycling south. In Oregon, we traveled at the same pace as a few other cyclists and became good traveling companions. Sarah works for a non profit in DC and has taken a 6 month break to travel, cycle and recharge her batteries. She is traveling alone and has visited friends in Alaska and is now cycling to San Francisco We last saw her back in Oregon, but wouldn't be suprised to run across her again some day.
Nick lives in Northern California and is cycling from Vancouver, BC to San Francisco also. He is an environmental educator and lives in a tree house he built himself. We seem to run across him most every day, but he may be ahead of us by now. His calling card is his white basket on the front of his bike loaded with wild flowers he has collected along the way.
We rode yesterday with Dave from Minnesota. He's 68 and has peddled more miles than probably all of us combined! He's written a couple of books about his cycling and has promised to send them to us once he gets back home.
Tomorrow we continue on the road. We will ride through the "Avenue of the Giants" and camp among the redwoods tomorrow night. Soon Highway 101 will split and go inland which will leave us on Highway 1 with only the local traffic and the tourists. We won't miss the logging trucks, although the commercial drivers are usually the ones to slow down and pull over as they pass us by. We also get off the main roads whenever possible and have been treated to quiet country roads through farmland and old growth forests. And that north wind is always a welcome treat!