I got up around 10:30a and headed down to the kitchen to begin the onslaught on the "All you can make" pancake breakfast provided by the hostel. Someone had left a bag of fresh blackberries on the counter and were free for anyone to use. So I made 4 regular pancakes and 4 with blackberries. The berry ones were better if you had to know. While chowing down, I sorted out my plan of attack for the day which was to include the Chinese Gardens, the Rose Test Gardens, the Chris King Factory, Powell's Book Store, and the infamous VooDoo Doughnuts. All these stops were about 1-2 miles apart from each other, so getting to them was pretty quick and simple.

I didn't mention that the night before I left for Portland, I was working on were to stay in the city. After a night of fitful sleep, I got up and I still hadn't found a place to stay. It was worrying me a little more than a little bit. I had put out a bunch of last minute messages on Warm Showers (a site like CouchSurfing but for cyclists) after finding out that the few friend-of-friend leads weren't going to work. I also called the few hostels in town to see if they had any space and unfortunately they didn't... at that moment. One of them told me to call back around noon and as luck would have it, they had an opening! I reserved it as fast as possible and felt infinitely better about the day. Skirted that one. Phew.

On to Tillamook! That can only mean one thing... cheese! But I'll get to that later.

Back at camp, I started hearing my new neighbors rustling around about 8am. I rolled over again and eventually got up around 9:30. We chatted a little as I woke up and started getting my stuff together. Turned out they were another couple doing the Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) route as well. I finally got everything packed and such and left around 11a. I rolled back down to the beach to bag some sand for mom's sand collection and to take one final look at this magnificent coast...

Yaniv's friend has recommended we go to a local place in town for breakfast but since he's a morning person and got up at like 6:45am, I bailed on him. I just couldn't get out of bed. So I slept for another couple hours. In all honestly, I needed some alone time and a break from his incessant talking. I did eventually get up slowly though around 9:30am as the campground was packing up. I did the normal not-quite-awake things like go to the bathroom, wander around, rub your eyes for 20 minutes, etc. I also paid for another night's stay. I gathered a few things after that and rode into town for breakfast at another location of the Pign'Pancakes restaurant. It's like a local, slightly-better-than-IHOP kind of a place. I charged my phone while I ate in order to let the outside world I was still alive...

Astoria to be honest isn't much to write home about. The views are nice but the town itself is much smaller than anticipated and it looked tired. It's claim to fame is that the movie "The Goonies" was filmed there but according to Yaniv, that was really the only thing of note on his trolley tour of the town.

In the morning, we got moving slowly and eventually headed to SafeWay to get a few things. The ride the day before was hot as crap and though I used a ton of sunscreen and wan't burned, my face felt like it was on fire, which made it hard to sleep the night prior and so I picked up some aloe and lotion along with some salty cheese n cracker snacks at the store. I also stopped at the local bike shop to get some chain lube since I didn't bring any (I thought UPS might not like me sending that)...

Actual Distance Ridden: 37.74 miles

Time: 2 hours, 57 mins.

Average Speed: 12.7 mph

The morning at the KOA site came pretty quick and the KAW-ing of the crows even sooner. Around 6am, three crows perched in a tree above my tent simply went to town announcing to the world that it was day time. It may have been daytime, but it certainly wasn't "get up" time. I actually did get up around 8:30 when it got too hot to stay in my tent. It was this moment that I met a guy named Yaniv, an Israeli transplant to Vancouver who was doing a bike tour also but down the Pacific Coast. A nice and very talkative guy, we would wind up meeting again later that day in Astoria. After I got packed up, I wandered down the path to the coast with my bike to put my wheel in the water as a very cliché official start to my cross-country journey. The irony is that it was low tide and there was practically no water at all, just a mile of mud/sand that was too thick to really ride though...

Actual Distance Ridden: 94.92 miles

Ride Time: 8 Hours, 24 mins.

Average Speed: 11.2 mph

As I noted before in Day1, I was woken up at the fire house to all number of fire drills and other firefighter activities. I got up, planned the route, packed and headed on without much pomp and circumstance at all. Basically a wave goodbye to and from the firefighters as I hopped on my bike...

Map Revision: Seattle > Fire District Six, Station Four: 89.30 Miles
(Revised map below the break)