The scheduled meet up was 8:30 at the downtown Stumptown. I was happily surprised to see Disco, Tiah, and Ryan pretty much ready to roll. Just as we were saddling up, Dabby appeared out of nowhere.

The five of us made our way to the Goosehollow Max Station and caught the next train to Hillsboro. We got hassled for taking up too much space, Dabby almost got us kicked off, and the whole situation was lame, but we had fun trying on my sunglasses.

Then I left them at the next stop. The Gales Creek Tavern is a Quaint place. This is God’s country out here, as well as nascar.

This guy who was hanging out with us wanted his photo taken in front of this poster. I obliged.

From the tavern to Tillamook it rained. Really hard and the wind was relentless. Almost to the top of the pass we found Cory and Dorothy and took a much needed break. The descent was sketchy as hell thanks to the downpour, but eventually we made it to the campsite. The storm passed and we enjoyed a nice evening at the beach and around the campfire.

In the morning we walked out to the beach and played some boche before heading out.

At around 1 we headed out of camp.

The best weather we would see all weekend was upon us. The first thing out of camp we saw was a 3 mile climb.

Well worth it when you factor in the smooth descent to the sand dunes.

Our only purchasing stop happened in Beaver. We mailed postcards, ate corndogs, and stocked up on supplies. As we headed out, I paused for a photo.

After pedaling on a very scenic, and very calm river road for a number of miles, we stopped for refueling and stretching.

Soon after, about 1/2 a mile from camp, Ryan came around the corner in his truck with pizza, beer, donuts, and whiskey. We were in heaven. We had a great night around a small fire and woke up mostly dry.

Around ten we headed out, parting with Ryan. We climbed again right away.

This was one especially steep hill. I’m very pleased that I have a granny gear, because I used it a ton on this trip. Once we descended the mountain we were hit with a driving rain. It lasted the rest of the trip home.

We stopped once. There wasn’t much shelter to find, until we happened upon a small abandoned convenience store. I enjoyed my last beer, and a small snack.

Around 2:45 we made it to the Hillsboro Max station and called it even.

It was a great trip, and I plan on more just like it.