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The sun finally came out again as we reached Gold Coast, but the wind also picked up quite a bit. The Wing didn't have trouble but I knew Don wasn't going to be happy on that light little BMW when he finally got there.
The sun finally came out again as we reached Gold Coast, but the wind also picked up quite a bit. The Wing didn't have trouble but I knew Don wasn't going to be happy on that light little BMW when he finally got there.

The Oregon coast is spectacular. Mix fine, sandy beaches with massive rock formations and you get sights that take your breath away.
The GPS had us turn onto Beaver Hill Road, which became Seven Devils Road and led right into Charleston. This is adjacent to Coos Bay and is where Captain John's Motel, headquarters of the Oregon Trails International Rally (OTI) is located. I couldn't find the motel on the GPS and when I put the address in, it didn't recognize it. It suggested two other addresses and they both brought me right to the correct place. I pulled in and saw NiteLite, Linda, Scotty, Marlene and Slots standing there in front of me. We had arrived.
We were booked into a king room on the second floor with hard-wired Internet. Guess who left his Ethernet cable at home. Luckily, John Hanneman loaned me a yellow cable that matched his GoldWing. We got unpacked and joined the OTI festivities.
(more to follow)
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