The day had lots of fog accompanied by a certain mystical feeling like being on the moors of England without the Hounds of the the Baskervilles. The route that day was fairly challenging and included an optional ride up Cape Perpetua, a serious climb of 1.8 miles and 900 ft. Our guides indicated that the view from the top was supposed to be spectacular. However, with all the fog, it was doubtful that we'd see much. So the question was, it you're not going for the view, what's the motivation? Matt of NY (who does triathlons in his spare time) was interested in doing it for the fun of it. I couldn't make up my mind and kept deferring the decision until the left turn was coming up fast. In a moment of gatorade-overload, I decided to join him and up we went. Up we went to the top, still shrouded in clouds, and took the short hike to the edge. In the distance, we could barely make out the highway below as well as the ocean. What we could see quite well was the the sheer drop off. Anyway, Matt was a fun climbing bud and we beat feet and met up with the others at the lighthouse. It turns out (we'd actually made this discovery a few days earlier) that I used to work with his father while we were both at ISU in Ames. It is indeed a small world.
--K of Kobag
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That was indeed a fun day of riding. Hecata lighthouse gave us all a chance to catch our breath.
Looks like an amazing trip Art. Where is that exactly?
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