Our route for this section went something like this: Astoria> Florence > Portland > Florence
During this section the sea stacks began to rise from theocean and the classic Oregon "Capes" - code for large coastal hills -made us work for the vistas. Breweries populated the route alongside whalewatching bridges and sea lion caves. We got honked aggressively at by cars onsteep hills without bike lanes and marveled at by motorcyclists who had passedus many times on the road.
A specific highlight of the route is a young touring cyclistwho we sweetly nicknamed, "Jonfen" who was biking 30 miles a day andstaying in hotels. Matt and I began to feel rugged about our 65 - 80 mile dayswith campouts and beef jerky for dinner.
Portland charmed us with all of its food trucks, bike lanes,and fancy commuter bike set-ups. We stayed with our super amazing friends whoare studying Chinese Medicine and were able to doctor up some of the ails wehad experienced on the road. This was also fortunate as Matt broke his toe bywalking into the corner of a futon and our friend made him medicine and helpedus bandage it up.
We also learned about a group of guys that hunt elk by bowand arrow on mountain bikes in the Oregon backwoods and carry the elk meat out ofthe forest on bike trailers. Upon learning this Matt and I revoked our notionthat we were at all rugged.