Today was our last full day in Oregon. Tomorrow we arrive in California! Yesterday, I broke two spokes at the campsite. I was able to replace one and true the wheel enough to keep riding. Well, today I broke two more and now I need a bike shop. Derek's bottom bracket has been acting up as well, so we are looking forward to stooping at the bike shop in Brookings. Today's ride was full of headwinds and climbs. Tough, tough riding, especially after waking up late and tired again. I really thought we would have gotten used to waking up early by now, but we haven't. We rode past Cape Sebastian, a beautiful look out point with rocks that jet out into the ocean. I don't think I will ever get sick of looking at these rock formations. Pretty early into the ride, we passed the Prehistoric Gardens of Oregon. This one is just like the Dino World in Plant City, FL. Huge fiberglass dinosaurs placed on a trail in the "rainforest" of Oregon. We didn't go into the park, but we did browse the gift shop. They had some pretty funny postcards of each dinosaur. I chose the one of the dolphin-like dinosaur that was laying on the ground. The back of the postcard said these creatures were helpless if out of the water. It was pretty funny. I knew just the person to send it to. Tip of the Day: When selecting postcards in a shop that nobody buys postcards at, select the postcard behind the first in that stack. The front ones are always faded, but they protect the ones behind. Cool! We also endured our first potentially disastrous bicycling event. We ran out of water. We were climbing like crazy and realized we both had very little water left. Luckily, we got to another view point with a bathroom. As I was walking up to the bathroom, I dumped the rest of my water out so I could refill it with fresh water. These bike water bottles always make the water taste like plastic (I would recommend getting the aluminum kind next time). As I reach the bathroom, I open the door to find an outhouse… No water! I started to freak out. The one thing I was worried about before leaving the trip was running out of water. Derek and I tried to figure out what to do; keep riding or wait? A truck pulled up and I noticed a package of bottled water in the back. I usually hate to drink bottled water (what a waste!) but these were worth their weight in gold. I approached the truck and the man came out like a scene out of Cheech and Chong. Needless to say, he was very happy and willing to share. He gave us two ice cold bottles of water and we were on our way. It turns out, he was from northern California and had never driven up the coast through Oregon and was finally doing it. Yay! We kept riding and stopped at another view point (we do this a lot). This time, there was a not so pleasant guy there, sitting in his truck. At first, I thought he was talking to, and then yelling at, someone in the back seat. It turns out he was alone, talking to himself. He kept getting in and out of his truck, moving things around, talking, yelling and going towards the bathroom. Odd. We left and hoped to never see him again. I didn't really want to ride my bike on the highway next to him. We stopped for BBQ for lunch. Mistake. We kept riding and who did we see along the way, not once, but twice? Crazy-rest stop-truck-guy! Both times he rambled past us with less room than most drivers give us. I was not surprised. Also, how did he get behind us twice?? We finally made it to Brookings and got to the bike shop just in time to get both of our bikes fixed. Good thing too, as Derek's bottom bracket turned out to have a missing bearing that was worn away completely. It got really cold outside, but we wanted to get dinner before we went back to the campsite, which we passed to make it to the bike shop. I asked directions to a pizza place, and after getting lost, we found another one. And good thing we did! This place, called ZOLA'S, was just what we needed. Really good, wood fired pizza in a hole in the wall space with great atmosphere and full of people. This is something that most of the coast has lacked. Touristy places are usually just that, touristy, in a bad way, and empty. It was awesome and I highly recommend it. Despite our full stomachs and the freezing weather, we stopped for McDonald's milkshakes. Woo Hoo! We made it back to the campsite and joined Ben, Justin and Zachary. We finally started to remember peoples' names! After an unsuccessful attempt to make a fire, Derek and I ate a piece of pizza and went to sleep. Long day!