Day 11: Coquille to Humbug Mountain, 55 miles
I sleep in later than I want, then join the breakfast in Linda’s house. Linda repeats stories about Ianto’s notorious academic career, including the time at OSU he went barefoot the whole semester. There’s a great biography waiting to be written…
Reluctantly I bid farewell to all the folks at Cob Cottage and walk down the steep rocky drive. I cycle back into Coquille and pick up Highway 42S, following the Coquille River 18 miles out to Bandon.
Then I feel the fatigue, the result of wheel barrowing all that firewood down the steep path yesterday. I don’t regret the work; new muscles awakened helping Cob Cottage in it’s sustainable mission.
Somehow the miles seem longer. I feel the cold autumn air chill me in a way I don’t remember from my prior tours. I don my coat, which helps a little. I push on, into the fog now as I near Port Orford. I am disappointed, as the fog masks one of my favorite views: Humbug Mountain towering over the South Oregon Coast.
I push on to the campground, legs wobbly as I set up the tent and take my shower, which isn’t hot enough. I burrow into my sleeping bag, wearing my wool had, socks and mittens. Starting to warm up again. I hope the morning is milder tomorrow.