1.  Day 3 begins with a lot of unknowns.  I always look at Google maps for an elevation profile but that doesn’t really tell you about the steepness of the climb.  Yesterday, I climbed for about 40 minutes straight. I figured I’d be in for much of the same today.  But that also means great views.

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2.  Passing lanes became a growing curiosity on the trip.  I learned Oregon only allows passing on the ascent of a mountain.  So once you see the ‘lanes merging’ sign, you know the top is near.  Oh, how I grew with excitement as that sign came into view.

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3.  The tunnels are placed at the top of the mountain which means a fast descent is coming. I hit 35 mph, with a backpack in stow, yesterday.  You learn to take over the whole lane when needed. The cars were very polite, most waited behind me or moved to the opposing traffic lane to pass.

4.  Oregon does have a cool system in their tunnels.  You press a button and it turns on a sign letting motorists know there’s a bike in the tunnel.  You still pedal like HELL, but it’s nice to know they were thinking of us.

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5. The wind was kind to me today, mostly at my back.  Depoe Bay, Newport, Seal Rock (seal caves), Waldport and Yacahats were the towns I recall stopping in.  Though I carry bike food, I pretty much live off of carbs from convenience stores. PayDay, Whatumakcallits and Snickers are my faves.  

6. Then there are the lighthouses.  OMG. Some of the most magnificent lighthouses I’ve ever seen.  Rarely do I look behind me when I pedal, but I found myself craning my neck on multiple occasions.

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Video taken outside of Lincoln City hotel.

7.  Sunday rides mean no or fewer options for public transportation.  No Uber, no Lyft . . . no options to cut out miles if needed. The last 20 miles had a ton of uphill.  I always keep it positive on the bike. Even lying to myself about mileage.  No negative thoughts.  I just look to the right for inspiration.

8.  With the last of the climbing behind me and about 7 miles of flat lands to go, I stopped at a store to get fluids.  I met a dude who was testing out his new mountain bike. An S-Works . . it was fancy. We rode for a bit until he decided he wanted to race.  NAH MAN! I left him and his fat tires in my dust and never turned around to see if he was still there.   

9.  Pics below.