It's hard to believe it's January. We've seen worse in San Diego and south of Tucson this time of year. Today we rode to Port Orford in bright sun and 60 F. It was a lunch of fish and chips, the local red snapper. Then up the Elk River, until 7 miles in we encountered an icy road. The river lay smooth, a reflection of alder overlay the graveled bottom, in the clear green tinted flow, which meandered through green pastures. We turned back. There will be another day.
We rode for the Port Orford Heads, a rocky headland set on a spit. These images tell the tale, a tale of profound human spirit and courage.
After that we pulled into the Honey Bear Campground and it was like...
Really, I just don't know what to say. It could happen to anyone.
We rode for the Port Orford Heads, a rocky headland set on a spit. These images tell the tale, a tale of profound human spirit and courage.
After that we pulled into the Honey Bear Campground and it was like...
Really, I just don't know what to say. It could happen to anyone.