The Oregon coast is visually stunning. Even more noteworthy though, are the smells that are starting to get my attention. Perhaps it's the progressively (albeit slowly) warmer weather or maybe I am sensitized to it because I'm always breathing deeply. Whatever the reason, I love being surprised by smells such as the saltiness of ocean air. The soft sweetness of grass and wildflowers heated by sunshine. The damp fresh smell of forests. The sharp, concentrated salty odor of fishmongers. The deluciously characteristic smell of fresh oysters pan-fried. Caramelized sugar smells from the local candy store. Ripe nectarine perfume coming from a bin in Safeway. It's so wonderful to have the time to listen closely to what your senses are telling you.
Our route follows the US 101, which brings us to many quaint seaside resort and vacation towns. We stopped at Cannon Beach yesterday night, one of such towns. The villages usually are centered around a main street, with several cafes, restaurants, and often stores selling knick knacks often antiques, but ranging from lawn flamingoes to surf gear or outdoor gear. So many of the establishments were decorated with the owner's heart and soul, making it even more charming. As we rode further south, I realized that the highway often ran alongside railroad tracks. There used to be a train that ran along this coastal scenic route but is no longer in service. Perhaps someday it might be revived to help weary cyclists bypass the hillier sections of the Oregonian coast. ;)
speaking of weary cyclists, i am falling asleep after a day of several big climbs...
Janius Tsang
