Wednesday, March 24, 2010
March 19th, 2010
Woke rested on the bench of the shelter. Fearing the turning up of early tourists I rose packed my things that were spread out like I owned the place and acted casual. The ride up last night was epic and seemed to have no end but only more turns. Descending this morning was over before I knew it had begun - 4 min 20 sec - top speed 54 km/h. Joy. Took liberty of the visitor center restroom - chatted to a mexican worker redoing the wall and checked out the surrounding trails before continuing south along the 101. I passed the most alluring part of the coast thus far today - from Cape Perpetua to Heceta Head. Getting lost in thoughts seem to becoming more frequent now - I suppose getting used to the ups and downs does this. I thought of a little piece of ice I took from the North Pole, which is stored in a freezer Copenhagen. I thought of the junk lying in the ditch - lottery tickets and power drinks - beer bottles and video tape tape. And then the sign for the Sea-lion Cape appeared. Overpowered by the child within I pulled over unable to put up a fight knowing it would be a disappointment. And it was. A tourist trap that tricks men, women and children into a deep dark cave to look at sea-lions relaxing through a wire mesh only to go back up and realize they were the same ones they saw earlier today on the beach only that didn't cost $12... But they had nice post cards and I bought one for each of my nephews and nieces.
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