Did a very fast-paced 10 miles today: from The ORV campground, inland around Sand Lake, then back west and south to Cape Kiwanda. All road miles; no trails or beach.
Slept very poorly, it turns out sand is very hard to sleep on and the ORVs are allowed to ride around until midnight. We decided to skip breakfast and walk the first two miles fueled by just coffee, hoping that the grocery store that showed on our map would be able to provide a meal. Wow, it was the front of a dilapidated house and was crammed with dusty, over-priced products. Breakfast was still had though, sitting on the lovely front porch. A shared yogurt and microwaved breakfast burrito taste much better when you are starving…
Our inland road led us past lots and lots of cows who were very interested in us. I had to do some portraits.
Meg then had to get a shot of me with all the “pretty cows” I kept fawning over.
We are moving at a very fast pace, as road walking is somewhat easier and there is not much shoulder in places. The ocean breeze is gone and mugginess takes over. Around 12:30 we are beat and take a break on the side of the road. Meg shows how tired we look. A woman stopped her car and offered help, we looked so dejected…
It’s decided that a stop in Terra Del Mar in order to charge phones and take a break in a cafe is needed. However, this “town” has zero services so we had to push on. The road up and over Cape Kiwanda is steep and precarious and we are bushwhacked. On the way down the other side, I spy our tiny, promised campground (Webb County Campground) tucked behind the Kiwanda Inn and nearly enveloped by the fancier Kiwanda RV Park. It was a pretty pathetic site, but we were grateful to stop walking and have a meal. We’ve done our distance quickly and are fed and set up by 3pm, so decide to head over to the Pelican Pub and share a well-deserved beer, an outdoor outlet for charging phones, and a lovely view of the parking lot known as the beach around here. (I am anti cars-on-the-beach.)
This part of Pacific City is very small and we “explore” it in only 15 minutes, so decide to check out the little market/gift shop before heading back to our desolate and windy campsite. We decide to try to make a “cake” with our little camp stove and pick up the needed ingredients. It actually turned out ok! (Technique based on the dump cake idea.) We’d made friends with Clay, a gentleman out from Japan with his teenage son for a funeral turned family reunion (right there at the campground.) After seeing us shiver, brought over an armload of wood (there was none for us to scavenge) and started a merry fire. Yay! It was so lovely, that we caved and used some of our weekly budget to buy another bundle from the camp host. I set a record that night by taking a 4 minute shower. I can be motivated when that’s all two quarters will buy! We spent the evening watching all the dramas unfold in the campground around us and went to bed when it got dark. Who would have thought that gravel would be a better sleeping surface than sand?