A family ride with only 3 people
with guest blog writer Ashleigh!
The emperor ordered me to write this blog, so here we go.
As a group of only 3, we rode without Jonas from Fort Stevens to Nehalem bay. Jonas bailed on the family due to a "missing" helmet or some other lame excuse, but there was nothing we could do because it was his decision.
Getting on our way, we wanted to stop in Seaside for a coffee, but the traffic was so insane that there was no way to get across to the coffee shop we wanted, so we tried Starbucks but the line was really long so we decided to just keep going.
The
After one long hill which we hoped was the last, we made it to Cannon Beach and stopped at a restaurant for lunch named Public Coast, where we shared some clam chowder, fish and chips, and "dirty" fries. I'm
The temperature was actually fairly cool because of all the mist! There was so much fog and mist!
As we climbed out of the cute town, we turned to see a massive rock in the water on the beach. Apparently it was called Haystack rock.
Once back on the highway, as I said before we had hoped there were no more climbs, but we were disappointed with another long climb. We reached the top and rode a pleasingly long decent. But again at the bottom we had another long climb! It was treacherous! Just up and up and up and up and it seemed wto never stop! We stopped twice for water, once after a horrible tunnel with no bike lane and echoing car sounds that made the smallest of cars sound like a semi truck. But after that second stop for water, we pushed through to the end!hh
The mist was still insane! We stopped at a lookout and we could barely see the water it was so foggy!
We finished the day with a long decent on a rocky and squishy road. Well we were kind of on those roads all day, but on the final decent it would have been nice to have a good road.
Nehalem Bay is the furthest south we will go on this journey. Hopefully ever on our bikes, but Jonas is still going on about Texas. We will spend a couple days in Nehalem before heading home. The emperor would like me to join him for the trip home but I'm not sure. Until next time, May the shoulders be wide and pavement smooth!
The emperor ordered me to write this blog, so here we go.
As a group of only 3, we rode without Jonas from Fort Stevens to Nehalem bay. Jonas bailed on the family due to a "missing" helmet or some other lame excuse, but there was nothing we could do because it was his decision.
Getting on our way, we wanted to stop in Seaside for a coffee, but the traffic was so insane that there was no way to get across to the coffee shop we wanted, so we tried Starbucks but the line was really long so we decided to just keep going.
The
After one long hill which we hoped was the last, we made it to Cannon Beach and stopped at a restaurant for lunch named Public Coast, where we shared some clam chowder, fish and chips, and "dirty" fries. I'm
The temperature was actually fairly cool because of all the mist! There was so much fog and mist!
As we climbed out of the cute town, we turned to see a massive rock in the water on the beach. Apparently it was called Haystack rock.
Once back on the highway, as I said before we had hoped there were no more climbs, but we were disappointed with another long climb. We reached the top and rode a pleasingly long decent. But again at the bottom we had another long climb! It was treacherous! Just up and up and up and up and it seemed wto never stop! We stopped twice for water, once after a horrible tunnel with no bike lane and echoing car sounds that made the smallest of cars sound like a semi truck. But after that second stop for water, we pushed through to the end!hh
The mist was still insane! We stopped at a lookout and we could barely see the water it was so foggy!
We finished the day with a long decent on a rocky and squishy road. Well we were kind of on those roads all day, but on the final decent it would have been nice to have a good road.
Nehalem Bay is the furthest south we will go on this journey. Hopefully ever on our bikes, but Jonas is still going on about Texas. We will spend a couple days in Nehalem before heading home. The emperor would like me to join him for the trip home but I'm not sure. Until next time, May the shoulders be wide and pavement smooth!
Comments
The cries for help are blatant...Ash was forced to write the blog. The novelty has faded...i have much more to say about this blog. But first I must go back and read the previous blogs and comment accordingly.
In the mean time...be safe G, J, A...(i hope one day you will be able to blog at will).
GO-K-FAM!!
It must invade the darkness of the night, and the mist and fog, this is the only route for those with courage. Ash has, likewise, endured the mist and fog...courage lingers.
One can see the pen tremble in her hand, certainly the Emperor proof-reads everything prior to transferring it to his blog; a blog of broken lives, and dreams.
We were all delighted to hear that Jonas still has a desire to tackle Texas, but one wonders if this seed of adventure is simply 'the apple falling from the tree'? Will he, too, like his father become the madman who forces his family to smell the Yellow Rose? Yet here lies a glimmer of hope; obviously too saddened by the missing presence of her brother, Ash was unable to see the clever wit of her younger sibling.
Lame excuse? Hmmm...hardly! Remember the picture of the lake you conveyed to us in your last blog, Ash..? It is in that lake that Jonas' bike helmet rests. When no one was looking, Hansel and Gretel threw bread-crumbs...Jonas threw a bike helmet. As the mafia declares, "It [the helmet] is sleeping with the fishes..." Ash, your brother has found his way out of the madness...will you??
Contemplate on the cruelty the Emperor forced upon you, and your dear mother...and I quote:
- no Starbucks
- traffic...so insane
- one [more] hill...we hoped was the last. (that's the problem with the Emperor; his self-delusion. "One more hill," he promises. But around the bend there is always one more hill. Like a deranged black-jack player who only needs "one more hand," so it is with the farce of "only one more hill"...see the pattern of insanity!! i.e. we had another long climb...and another...and another.
- tunnels of echoing horror; lives at risk with no bike lane. I suspect the nightmares of echoing car horns permeate your dreams. We can be thankful a caravan of Harley Davidson's did not drive through the tunnel! You would have been writing from a mental institution.
But once again, through the mist and fog, your courage endures, and your mother follows along (obviously..her spirit broken).
...but remember one thing. The insane mist you spoke of...never forget that this very same 'insane mist' is what fills the caverns of your fathers' buffoonish head. The Emperor has no clothes...he has no brains; betwixt his ears nestles, nothing more, than insane mist.
Albeit, the Emperor permitted his family to dine on fish & chips, and clam-chowder. He even permitted (2) water breaks enroute to the next hill...but don't be enamored. Even prison wardens give food and water to inmates...
You wrote: May the shoulders be wide and pavement smooth!
I hope: May the Emperor's bike chain seize and the pavement swallow him whole.
GO K-FAM!!!
*still praying for your relative in Edmonton...