Crater Lake Tour
via Washington and Oregon Coasts

The Route, at a glance...

Sidney, Port Angeles, La Push, Westport, Astoria, Reedsport, Roseburg, Crater Lake, Eugene, Seattle, Bainbridge Island, Whidbey Island, Fidalgo Island, Sidney

July 20th to August 6th, 2003 - 1670 Kms

 For quite some time now, I've had a real urge to revisit the scenic Oregon Coast, where some superb cycle touring abounds. But I didn't want to repeat a whole previous trip there, where for the most part, I followed the Adventure Cycling Association's (ACA) Pacific Coast route. What to do, what to do? I wasn't really enthralled with the ACA route through Washington State, so the motivation here would be to follow the Pacific coast in Washington State as much as possible - basically riding Highway 101 with a few detours. Then the Oregon coast - but not the whole way to the California border again...

 I had heard that Crater Lake in southern Oregon was a spectacular site to see, and who could resist riding around the caldera of a volcano at an altitude of over 7,000 feet - certainly not yours truly! So after a quick confab with Basil, the decision was made and a visit to Oregon's only National Park was to be my destination.

 As on my previous sojourn down the coast, on the return trip, I decided to take the Amtrak train from Eugene to Seattle. I love trains, so an excuse to include one in a section of my bicycle tour was definitely in the cards!

I took along my Pocketmail device again, and what follows are basically the edited e-mail messages that I sent home to family and friends...


Day 1 - July 20th - Sidney to Fairholm Campground
82 Kms

Dire Warnings!
Dire Warnings!

 An uneventful ride and with the ferry trip from Victoria to Port Angeles, Customs inspection etc. it made for quite a long day. Very nice scenery though, especially the last 18 Kms riding alongside the stunningly deep blue waters of Lake Crescent. This was a very narrow section of Highway 101 and there were warning signs for cyclists to be wary of heavy traffic and advisories as to the absence of shoulders in places. There was even a flashing light to activate which warned motorists as to the presence of cyclists on the road - the light flashes for one hour, which was about the time it took to negotiate that lakeside section on my loaded bike. In actual fact, I found that the shoulder was OK, albeit narrow, all the way around the lake, - I've ridden on worse roads - much worse!

 Fairholm campground is at the west end of Lake Crescent and is a good choice for tonight's camp. I'm lakeside with an excellent view and quiet neighbours. I guess that a lot of campers left today, as it is Sunday evening and some unfortunate people have to work for a living ;-) - leaving the campground half full with choice spots for the likes of me - and Baz!

 Whilst I was cooking up some dinner, a young lad and a couple of his siblings paid me a visit. They were from a neighbouring campsite and this young fellow was a dead ringer for Harry Potter. He was about 12 years old going on 25 and he started telling me which ferns could stop an itch or relieve a sting and a whole plethora of other botanical information, while his younger siblings listened on. He was definitely a smart one and I guess he was glad of a new audience, namely me! He was pretty good company though, but his partners soon got bored with his diatribe, so they jumped at a chance to leave when I started shovelling food down my gullet!

 Basil's happy to be roadworthy again, as am I; I just hope the weather stays nice for the remainder of this trip - although I'm looking up at a dark cloud right now!
 Oh well, I'll think that I'll check out the small grocery here at the camp - I'm in the States now, so I should be able to purchase a refreshing beverage there for my desert!

Day 2 - July 21st - Fairholm Campground to
Mora Campground
94 Kms

Peaceful morning on Lake Crescent
Peaceful morning on Lake Crescent

 I awoke to a very peaceful and quiet campground, the sun was just coming up over the lake and I managed to snap a photo of a couple paddling their canoe as they glided by - very picturesque.

 After a quick breakfast of oatmeal, banana and a cup of tea, I packed up and exited Fairholm campground to a welcome from a 3 Km hill - well at least my legs were awake after that even if I wasn't! But after that I had a nice tailwind and a clear sunny sky to help me pass the miles away - that is me and the scores of logging trucks on the roads today. But that's understandable, as I was amazed by how many clear-cuts I rode through and saw today - and people complain about logging practices in BC, they should have a gander here in Washington State!

 Second breaky was at the Hungry Bear cafe just outside Sappho. I know why the bear got hungry - he had to wait as long as I did for the food to arrive! Nevertheless, it was worth the wait.

Backtracking to Mora on 110
Backtracking to Mora on 110

 Shortly after Sappho, I left Highway 101 and headed west on 110, all the way to La Push on the coast. La Push is pretty well all Indian Reserve with the locals trying to make a go with a resort there. There was some nice looking condo type accommodations and also some cabins. However, the RV park didn't really seem suitable/inviting for tenting, so I nixed the idea of staying the night there. I might add that it was foggy, windy and cold also, which probably had a lot more to do with my decision to backtrack a bit and camp at Mora campground in the Olympic National Park. It was exciting though to see and hear the wild surf of the Pacific whist I was at La Push - very much like the west coast of Vancouver Island.

 Mora campground is about 3 Kms from Rialto Beach - another wild and desolate coastal area. The single hiker/biker site was probably the best site in the campground - a nice grassy, sunny spot on the river - unfortunately a couple who walked in (from their car in the parking lot) snagged it mere minutes before I found it - oh well, I found some dirt in another site to make my home for the night! After I pitched my tent and cleaned up, I rode down to the beach. There was some fog there too, but it was still well worth the visit to see all the massive pieces of driftwood and the strong waves washing up onto the shore there.

That's some driftwood!
Foggy day at Rialto Beach
More of that driftwood pile

 I was quite chilly at the cold and windy beach, so when I returned to the campground, I cooked up a whole wheat macaroni and cheese delicacy, Snickers bar for desert and cup o' tea with a shot of brandy - that put me right! Cleaned up and then off to my warm sleeping bag to read my book for a while.
 By the way, Basil was very happy today, we rode through a small town called "Beaver."

Day 3 - July 22nd - Mora Campground to Quinault Lake
131 Kms

Another clearcut!
Another clearcut!

 The only direction to go this morning was to retrace my route on Highway 110 back to Highway101. There was a heavy mist to ride in all the way to Forks, where the sun started to peek through the coastal fog. I did spot four huge deer on the way, they seemed a little jittery, but nevertheless ran alongside the road in some short scrub bush keeping pace with my pedalling - beautiful to experience that! As soon as I stopped to try and pull my camera out, they shot off into the denser bush! I also rode through some more clear-cuts just outside the boundary of the park - there really seems to be a lot of indiscriminate logging in this part of Washington State.
 I devoured a second breaky in Forks, picked up a few groceries and headed south on 101. After quite a few miles of inland riding, the road veered back towards the coast. Then I enjoyed some spectacular views of isolated and expansive sand beaches with large waves that are predominant on this coast - very much like Long Beach on the west coast of Vancouver Island.

West Coast View
West Coast View

Queets was the next stop (ice-cream stop!), then the road headed inland once more towards Quinault Lake. Once again I passed through many areas decimated by clear-cuts, but funnily enough, where I am camped - Willaby Campground on the lake - I am amongst some old growth trees that are simply massive. Some are six or seven feet across at base! And it certainly looks like this area was never seriously logged. It's part of the National Forest now, so I guess the chainsaws will be silent here.

 The ride was pretty average, a little rolley-polley, but no major hills. Winds were fickle, but I got a nice tailwind towards the end of the ride, just when I needed it - it was getting pretty hot by then and I had been spoiled earlier by the cool breezes off the Pacific Ocean. Inland here at Quinault Lake it is much hotter and as soon as the sun begins to set, I know that my buddies, the mozzies, will take flight. There's a fair contingent of them here already, so even though it's still warm I'll have to cover up - shame really! But at least I got a fairly nice site here, as I was lucky enough to be a bit early - the place filled up rapidly shorter after my arrival!

Huge trees!
Huge trees!

 I walked about a mile down the lakeside trail to use the phone there at the Lodge and found a store adjacent to the resort - Mmmm, cold beer! That's one thing that I really enjoy about the States is the ability to buy a beer in the grocery store - handy for travellers like me that only want to buy one or two. The only downside is that a lot of the beer is being consumed by drivers - I must pass an empty beer can in the ditch every 100 feet here - on all the roads that I have travelled! Kinda disconcerting when you're a cyclist - sharing the road with drinking drivers!


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