Walking the Oregon Coast Trail, Day 19

Cannon Beach Sea Ranch Zero Day (actual date Wednesday 6/11/14) In my dream, the distance I have to cover is overwhelming. I navigate mountainous dunes and ridiculously steep single-track trails. I need water. I’m exhausted and can barely lift my heavy legs. My throbbing feet wake me up often. I change my sleeping position, hoping the stressful dream will change. It doesn’t. Women from my … Continue reading Walking the Oregon Coast Trail, Day 19

Walking the Oregon Coast Trail, Day 17

Tillamook to Manzanita Beach (actual date Monday 6/9/14) It was tough to fall asleep worried about bedbugs. But my worries were in vain. I slept hard and needed an alarm to wake up. I was walking by 7:45am and eating toast and oatmeal in a Bay City greasy spoon, Downie’s Cafe, by 9:30. A local came in and ordered a giant stack of pancakes. That … Continue reading Walking the Oregon Coast Trail, Day 17

Walking the Oregon Coast Trail, Day 16

Neskowin Beach to Tillamook (actual date Sunday 6/8/14) Sleeping on soft sand isn’t comfortable. Makes for a restless night. At some point I’m sure I hear footsteps and breathing outside my tent, maybe even a drawn-out sigh as if my presence on the bluff is frustrating. I hear someone spit, then walk away. In my dream, my friend Kali rescues a male husky from a … Continue reading Walking the Oregon Coast Trail, Day 16

Walking the Oregon Coast Trail, Day 15

Beverly Beach State Park to Neskowin Beach (actual date Saturday 6/7/14) I kept waking up to the sound of animals.  High-pitched growls and screams exploded sporadically in the early morning hours but never could I identify what I was hearing, let alone what was going on.  During my sunrise hobble to the campground bathroom I saw at least two RV sites covered in trash. I … Continue reading Walking the Oregon Coast Trail, Day 15

Walking the Oregon Coast Trail, Day 14

Zero Day at Beverly Beach State Park (actual date Friday, 6/6/14) Last night I turned in early.  All was peaceful until a man and a woman arrived at the hiker-biker camp with roller bags and loud voices.  Through the mesh of my tent I could see them.  Middle-aged, skinny and dirty.  When they opened their luggage it exploded like a zit.  It overflowed with clothes … Continue reading Walking the Oregon Coast Trail, Day 14