Bandon to Brookings

California was callingme, but I decided to put her off for another day. Just seven miles North of the border is Harris Beach State Park. After the border, was unknown. California doesn't have coastal bike maps like Oregon so I was unsure where the neyxt state park was. So I played it safe and made it another easy day of 80ish miles. The first twenty miles to Port Orford were flat and blissfully free of wind. When you hit this small town, there is a sign that says, "High winds next 27 miles when flashing." If it's flashimng, pack it in for the day because I can't imagine doing the next section with a headwind. The next 30 miles are basically climbing through passes, then descending to the beach again and again. I didn't hate it. I'd raised my saddle a hair and my knee was loving me for it. It still ached a bit, but not constantly. For a town of 2000 people, Brookings has a surprisingly great microbrewery. ChetCo Brewing had 13 beers and a cider on tap. An unfortunate number of IPA's, yes, but also 2 stouts, 2 porters, and a brown, so my dark beer loving self was happy. (The imperial coconut porter was serious alchemy. Highly recommend it.) Plus free pretzels and peanuts, the walls are covered in pictures of pitbulls, and the bartender put on the debate for me. And she let me charge all my electronics so I didn't have to plug them into the bathrooms at the campground them sit around reading while they charged. If you ever find yourself in Brookimgs, definitely stop by ChetCo. 10/10. A+.