Sea Lions, Sandboarding and Dune Buggies...
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After much debate, we decided that Oregon was far too big for us to be able to visit Crater lake and get all the way back up to the Sea-lion caves without a drive-a-thon, and that wasn´t really what this trip is about. So, compromising we scratched Crater lake from the plans, saving it for another trip. We loaded up the love-bug and set-off for the lava river caves, thirteen miles south of Bend. Picking-up our lantern we headed into the pitch black cave for about half a mile through the tunnel before turning back towards the daylight. The next part was meant to be the scenic drive across the Cascades but there was a thick blanket of mist that rendered the scenery largely hidden and driving tough-going.
By 2pm, having hit a brightening coastline at Waldport, we were finally cruising down the 101! 30 minutes later we´d found ourselves in Yachats, a picturesque little sea-side town where we had a much-needed lunch overlooking the sea. After lunch we went a bit further down the 101, looking for the Sea Lion Cave. What we found was a great look-out point for a colony of Stellar Sea Lions and allegedy (if you were very lucky - which we weren´t) some migrating Whales. An elevator took us 200 feet down the cliff-side to the largest (and undoubtedly the smelliest) Sea lion cave in th US.
Back on the road we were headed for the Oregon Sand Dunes.
Very very exited we were up early on Monday to make the most of our 24-hour sandboard rental. Getting a bit more confident we built ourselves a little kicker and had a great couple of hours (spent mostly plunging face-first into the sand) before calling it a day around 12pm. After a pleasant chat with yet another extremely friendly and inquisitive american we had deposited the sand-boards back and were on the road.
We didn´t really get very far. 30 minutes later we were still passing through the Oregon Dunes (they go on for about 40 miles) when we spotted a sign for dune-buggying and quads. With Ad nearly wetting his pants (again), it seemed the right thing to do to check it out. After assuring Em that we still had enough time to get to SF the following day and that she would enjoy being my passenger (!) we set off, Ad on a quad and us in a two-seater buggy, me driving.
At a rather more sedate pace we carried-on down the 101, crossing the border into California and on to Rio Dell, stopping only in Cresent city for a Starbucks caffeine injection. Rio Dell is so small and quiet that the only thing open at 9pm was a take-away pizza place where bizarrely we met two English guys doing the same trip in the other direction.