ETA the following: Having just read the blog of a cyclist I met on the tour, I thought I'd borrow a quote from his writings...
Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen.
-Louis L'Amour
As was the case in a thread I shared last year, I could have posted this on the Health and Fitness board, but believe in my heart that this was much more about family time spent camping in the outdoors, and as such felt it more appropriate to share it with the OB.
After a year of returning to ‘cycling shape’, I just completed an 8 day bicycle camping tour of the Oregon Coast. The riding group included my two daughters and the boyfriend of the oldest.
The trip began in Astoria, the northernmost city on Highway 101. Here is the group, ready to launch into the adventure. Just out of the Navy, my older daughter showed support for her sister’s and my alma mater by sporting Texas A&M clothing for the duration of the trek.

Daily rides ranging from about 40 to 60 miles put us in Oregon State Parks each afternoon. Oregon has made a huge effort to promote hiking and biking within the state. With over 20 state parks dotted along the 360 mile coast, just about any outdoorsman could find a place to stay for just five bucks per night, a price that included a clean campsite and a nice hot shower.
The bulk of the ride was along highway 101, with about a third of it utilizing routes that took the cyclist even closer to the coast. If you have never been to the Oregon Coast, you are missing the product of a combination of lush green mountains and the Pacific Ocean.

While the ride along highway 101 included quite a bit more automobile traffic than I expected, the side roads provided a quiet experience for the group. I found the Oregon motorists to be quite tolerant of the touring cyclists and the roads to be of high quality asphalt and well maintained. Following is a photo of one of the side roads that we traveled with little intervention from auto traffic.

We had to pass through a couple of tunnels along the way. Before we entered them we would activate a set of warning lights to notify motorists of our presence inside. We turned on our flashing head and tail lights right after we punched the warning button and then proceeded through the tunnel. I’m not gonna lie, it was loud and somewhat spooky inside when a car approached from either direction.

The first campsite was at Nehalem Bay State Park. An early morning hike on the following day revealed an empty beach on the Pacific. Having been raised on the South Texas Gulf Coast, the combination of mountains and sand was not familiar to me. It was, however, very welcome.

Closer to the water I came across the following sea critter. I guessed it was some type of shrimp, and saw a few of them emerging from burrows in the wet sand. Any of you know what this creature is called? The length of the body was only about half an inch.

On the road that day, we stopped by the Tillamook cheese factory for some fresh ice cream and a self-guided tour of the production area. Before we left, my daughter spotted an Aggie ring on another tourist. We stopped and talked to him for a while, sharing stories about our travels.

The end of day 2 landed us at Cape Lookout State Park. A pair of MSR Superfly stoves served well in the preparation of the night’s meal. We put together a nice dinner of spaghetti, meat sauce, and warm bread.


The beach did not disappoint us the following morning… a classic clash of morning fog, mountains, and the Pacific Ocean.

A short way down the road, and a backward look at the beach we had just visited. I just couldn’t get over how green everything was.

Another day’s ride and another campsite… this one at Devil’s Lake State Park. Along the route, we ran into some of the same riders at the various campsites. Our crew, deemed Team Texas by one of the other groups, quickly became known as the group with the best cooking. This evening brought one of our tastiest meals: fried pork chops, mashed potatoes with garlic butter and chives, sauteed zucchini, and fresh bread toasted in olive oil.


Eventually, one day melted into the other. It became hard for me to remember which park I’d been at in the morning and which park I was headed for in the afternoon. The time spent cycling and camping with my daughters was priceless. The people we met along the way were some of the friendliest I could have ever asked for. Great bonds formed quickly in the few days together with the accompanying cyclists. We stayed at some beautiful state parks… Carl C. Washburne Memorial, Umpqua Lighthouse, Bullard’s Beach, Humbug Mountain, and finally at Harris Beach just outside of Brookings on the southern border of Oregon with California.
At Humbug Mountain, around mile marker number 300, most of the riders were nearing the end of their tours. One couple was trailering a 4 month old and a 2 year old. Another was on their honeymoon. There was also a father/son combination and a couple of solo riders. All of them were great people.
I cooked some stewed chicken, andouille sausage, and potatoes, seasoned with cilantro and lime and shared it with about half of the campsite. We followed this with a couple of hours around the campfire swapping stories and making s’mores. It was quite an evening to remember.


Such a beautiful place to visit… I’m considering relocating there in my retirement. I don’t think the summer weather could have been any better. We awoke each morning to 50 degF temperatures, and even when it got ‘hot’ it was only 75. What a far cry from the 115 degF heat index I returned to at work last week!
The pictures that follow are just a few more of the places we stopped along the way. I could go on forever, but I’ll just share some of my favorites with you.
Alsea Bay Bridge, Waldport, Oregon

A typical campsite, clean and nestled in the tall trees
Carl C. Washburne Memorial SP was a real treat.




The Suislaw River Bridge in Florence, Oregon

Cape Arago
The Coquille River Lighthouse at Bandon Beach

Bandon Beach, Oregon

Harris Beach



If you should ever get a chance to tour the Northwest Coast, I recommend that you don’t pass it up. If you ever think about cycling it, feel free to ask questions. I will share any and all experience I’ve had regarding this trip… from getting in shape to selecting your gear to deciding on your route.
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Too often I would hear men boast of the miles covered that day, rarely of what they had seen.
-Louis L'Amour
As was the case in a thread I shared last year, I could have posted this on the Health and Fitness board, but believe in my heart that this was much more about family time spent camping in the outdoors, and as such felt it more appropriate to share it with the OB.
After a year of returning to ‘cycling shape’, I just completed an 8 day bicycle camping tour of the Oregon Coast. The riding group included my two daughters and the boyfriend of the oldest.
The trip began in Astoria, the northernmost city on Highway 101. Here is the group, ready to launch into the adventure. Just out of the Navy, my older daughter showed support for her sister’s and my alma mater by sporting Texas A&M clothing for the duration of the trek.

Daily rides ranging from about 40 to 60 miles put us in Oregon State Parks each afternoon. Oregon has made a huge effort to promote hiking and biking within the state. With over 20 state parks dotted along the 360 mile coast, just about any outdoorsman could find a place to stay for just five bucks per night, a price that included a clean campsite and a nice hot shower.
The bulk of the ride was along highway 101, with about a third of it utilizing routes that took the cyclist even closer to the coast. If you have never been to the Oregon Coast, you are missing the product of a combination of lush green mountains and the Pacific Ocean.

While the ride along highway 101 included quite a bit more automobile traffic than I expected, the side roads provided a quiet experience for the group. I found the Oregon motorists to be quite tolerant of the touring cyclists and the roads to be of high quality asphalt and well maintained. Following is a photo of one of the side roads that we traveled with little intervention from auto traffic.

We had to pass through a couple of tunnels along the way. Before we entered them we would activate a set of warning lights to notify motorists of our presence inside. We turned on our flashing head and tail lights right after we punched the warning button and then proceeded through the tunnel. I’m not gonna lie, it was loud and somewhat spooky inside when a car approached from either direction.

The first campsite was at Nehalem Bay State Park. An early morning hike on the following day revealed an empty beach on the Pacific. Having been raised on the South Texas Gulf Coast, the combination of mountains and sand was not familiar to me. It was, however, very welcome.

Closer to the water I came across the following sea critter. I guessed it was some type of shrimp, and saw a few of them emerging from burrows in the wet sand. Any of you know what this creature is called? The length of the body was only about half an inch.

On the road that day, we stopped by the Tillamook cheese factory for some fresh ice cream and a self-guided tour of the production area. Before we left, my daughter spotted an Aggie ring on another tourist. We stopped and talked to him for a while, sharing stories about our travels.

The end of day 2 landed us at Cape Lookout State Park. A pair of MSR Superfly stoves served well in the preparation of the night’s meal. We put together a nice dinner of spaghetti, meat sauce, and warm bread.


The beach did not disappoint us the following morning… a classic clash of morning fog, mountains, and the Pacific Ocean.

A short way down the road, and a backward look at the beach we had just visited. I just couldn’t get over how green everything was.

Another day’s ride and another campsite… this one at Devil’s Lake State Park. Along the route, we ran into some of the same riders at the various campsites. Our crew, deemed Team Texas by one of the other groups, quickly became known as the group with the best cooking. This evening brought one of our tastiest meals: fried pork chops, mashed potatoes with garlic butter and chives, sauteed zucchini, and fresh bread toasted in olive oil.


Eventually, one day melted into the other. It became hard for me to remember which park I’d been at in the morning and which park I was headed for in the afternoon. The time spent cycling and camping with my daughters was priceless. The people we met along the way were some of the friendliest I could have ever asked for. Great bonds formed quickly in the few days together with the accompanying cyclists. We stayed at some beautiful state parks… Carl C. Washburne Memorial, Umpqua Lighthouse, Bullard’s Beach, Humbug Mountain, and finally at Harris Beach just outside of Brookings on the southern border of Oregon with California.
At Humbug Mountain, around mile marker number 300, most of the riders were nearing the end of their tours. One couple was trailering a 4 month old and a 2 year old. Another was on their honeymoon. There was also a father/son combination and a couple of solo riders. All of them were great people.
I cooked some stewed chicken, andouille sausage, and potatoes, seasoned with cilantro and lime and shared it with about half of the campsite. We followed this with a couple of hours around the campfire swapping stories and making s’mores. It was quite an evening to remember.


Such a beautiful place to visit… I’m considering relocating there in my retirement. I don’t think the summer weather could have been any better. We awoke each morning to 50 degF temperatures, and even when it got ‘hot’ it was only 75. What a far cry from the 115 degF heat index I returned to at work last week!
The pictures that follow are just a few more of the places we stopped along the way. I could go on forever, but I’ll just share some of my favorites with you.
Alsea Bay Bridge, Waldport, Oregon

A typical campsite, clean and nestled in the tall trees
Carl C. Washburne Memorial SP was a real treat.




The Suislaw River Bridge in Florence, Oregon

Cape Arago
The Coquille River Lighthouse at Bandon Beach

Bandon Beach, Oregon

Harris Beach



If you should ever get a chance to tour the Northwest Coast, I recommend that you don’t pass it up. If you ever think about cycling it, feel free to ask questions. I will share any and all experience I’ve had regarding this trip… from getting in shape to selecting your gear to deciding on your route.
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