It’s just after midnight, the day of departure. I type with rapid repetition, both thumbs hammering away at the screen of my iPhone. The 4 series serves as my portal into the cyber world as I take to traveling and exploring by bike these next few weeks.
Outside the patio door I hear the sound of the Pacific Ocean waves crashing along the shoreline. I’m tucked in on a familiar sofa, my dog laying at my feet.
Richard Silen, a friend of mine offers to host Shoeless Jo and I. He lives just north of Newport Oregon, the view of the ocean seen easily off his back deck. In this moment he serenades us in his living room with a country blues compilation, mostly original music.
We met a few summers back at a jam in Depot Bay when I was passing through town, a neon sign had lured me off the highway. Tonight he accompanied me on lead guitar.
Another friend, Noah Stroup, drives me from Bend to the coast. When we arrive he and I both sing our hearts out to a few listeners, an intimate acoustic set at a lounge, Bay 839, in Newport’s historic bay front district. The evening realigns me musically and a few see me off on a long bike ride.
My dog, sniffing as he walks head down, I fear “Jo” may relieve himself on the floor of Richards home as he becomes familiar with his temporary surroundings. But he doesn’t… good boy.
In the morning a ride from Rich will lead me to the post office, there I’ll ship guitar and amplifier forward to myself. I had boxed up my personal belongings and shipped them out of Bends downtown post office before I left town. My goods will be waiting for me on the opposite end.
Logistically I haven’t planned this excursion other than saying “Im staying to the right, headed south”. Not planning each move on the map seems the natural thing to do. Just pedal. I hold a 1990 copy of Cycling the Pacific Coast.
Today I imagine us rolling through the towns of Waldport and perhaps Yachats, maybe forty miles or so. My rain gear will be on, the weather forecast, rain for Tuesday and Wednesday.