Day Twenty: Crescent City, California to Yachats, Oregon

I woke up to a beautiful morning, and set out up the coast highway before 9 am -- only to be pulled over 15 minutes later and issued a speeding ticket.  The officer claimed he clocked me going 70 in a 55 (reduced to 60, or 5 over, in the citation), but I'm pretty sure I was at or below 100 km/h (62 mph) -- and I don't see how he could've possibly gotten a good radar fix given that I was immediately behind both an RV and a car, on an arrow-straight road, and while he was driving.  Given that I don't live in Del Norte County, California, though, I guess I'll be paying for the ticket.  My first in over 10 years.

Port Orford, Oregon.

As the morning progressed the skies closed, and soon a rain shower had me pulled over (hah -- the second time today!) and putting on my GoreTex jacket and pants.  For the next several hours I rode wet roads through intermittent showers.  Not not my favorite conditions, but certainly appropriate for the central Oregon coast and a guilty pleasure to boot.  (Plus, any regret I might've had about paying for the early front tire replacement disappeared today, as the tires are absolutely fantastic on wet roads.)

Reaching Yachats at about 2:30, I decided to call it a day.  After checking into the Yachats Inn (and requesting a room with a view of the ocean), I walked over to Luna Sea for halibut and chips and a Rouge "Dead Guy" ale -- so yes, I'm definitely done for the day.  I then checked out the blowhole in the above video -- about a 30 second walk from my room's back door.  It was raining five minutes ago, but now the sun is shining through the clouds; tomorrow's forecast is clear skies.  My (changeable!) plan is to head up the coast into Washington before heading east to the central valleys.

Good tidings for better weather tomorrow?