Coastal Contemplations

Coastal Contemplations day 9

today too, today too living in mist… little house -issa a long day’s journey into…evening I awoke to the sound of drizzle pitter pattering on my tent.  Now the sound of rain on the tent is an experience not to be missed, but I did intend to pack up and leave Cape Lookout today.  It fell off after a spell and I jumped out and put everything I way.  Then I moved to the campgrounds covered pavilion…

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Coastal Contemplations day 8

in spring breeze his stole billowing… a monk comes too -Issa wind and waves I decided to stay another night at Cape Lookout, so that I could explore Cape Mears which I’d missed yesterday.  Taking a leisurely morning I enjoyed the first bright blue dawn in a couple of days.  The sun was already quite warm as I made my way back along the Three Capes Route. mornings clouds — white thumbprints on blue paper…

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Coastal Contemplations day 7

blown forth by the spring breeze… pilgrims -Issa drifting down the coast There was some early morning rain but then the front moved by and the sun cand out.  I lingered in camp, drying out and recombobulating things.  So it was nice and warm when I returned to the road and continued drifting south. The wind was with me, pushing me and the occasional stray cloud down the coast. I rode steadily for about an hour…

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Coastal Contemplations day 6

today too today too… cheating clouds -Issa rain day I’ve planned all along to spend several days on the beaches but on this day the weather forced my hand.  It rained on and off throughout the night and when I woke up it was really coming down. I’d begun to recognize the pattern though: sprinkles become rain, which falls for a spell and then fades away. The sun may even briefly poke through. So during…

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Coastal Contemplations day 5

watching the downpour under a temple bell -Issa sometimes it pours I lingered in Astoria having breakfast out, relishing supplies, finishing my coffee. The skids were cloudy, but streaked with blue and it was warm when the sun worked its way through the cracks.  I made my way out of town the same way I came in, following the waterfront trail.  At the Astoria Bridge the route makes a nice gentle climb into the hills above the…

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Coastal Contemplations day 4

the ants’ road from peaks of clouds to here -Issa a short ride over a long bridge A grey morning, cooler and every so often brief periods of sprinkles. Today I’d cross the Astoria Bridge to OR and I decided that I would stay the night in Astoria.  I haven’t really spent much time in that town though I’ve been through several times. So with a short ride ahead I was able to linger at…

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Coastal Contemplations day 3

stillness— in the depths of the lake billowing clouds -Issa wind and water The day dawned grey and cool – a relief after the heat of the last few days. It would break up as the day progressed, leading to blue skies streaked with trails of clouds.  I had many miles to ride this day almost all of it on the highways.  I worked my way up long hills and rolled down the other side,…

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Coastal Contemplations day 2

dawn’s glow even more of a wonder… willow tree -Issa waiting to exhale I woke at dawn and looking out the door of my tent saw the eastern colors reflecting off the canal and touching the clouds with color. A deep contentment filled me and I sat in for long moments in reflecton. soft colors of dawn reflected on still waters a fish leaps I was up early so even with my usual lingering in camp I was…

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