Billy met me outside of Ben's place just before 7:00am. He made it to Portland a day after Colin and I. With tires and spare tubes double-checked this time, Billy was ready to ride out of the city and toward the coast, so was I. We couldn't leave town without a donut so we each bought a couple from Voodoo and a nice cup-o-joe to get the blood pumping while the city was still warming up. We both agreed this was the best time in Portland, early morning on a Saturday; not many cars or people or other bikers, just the pigeons picking up scraps and the rare city-slicker that has somewhere to be (besides Voodoo Doughnuts) on Saturday morning.
Out of the city, we stayed on highway 30 for the whole ride, a road not too scenic but, with a comfortable shoulder for riding along. There was nothing we were hoping to see at this point, we just wanted the blue of the ocean in our eyes. So we pedaled and pedaled for nearly 70 miles to Clatskanie where we went to bed early with talk of the ocean and the final miles on our minds.
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