Starting this weekend, the highway will be crowded with RV's, cyclists and run-of-the-mill tourists, looking for a place to pull off.
Hwy 101 is a two-laner in these parts of Oregon. People become irritable and insensitive after a few hours. They want to stop, walk on these beaches, find a restroom. And gawk.
The rest of us? We want to get to the hairdresser, school, work, at a good pace, say 45 to 55 miles per hour. Tourists forget that people have a life that demands appointments made and kept.
How else do you account for their hypnotic looks? One curve after another on this stretch of the 101 reveals one beautiful set of coves after another. Sky, sea and forest share kisses and flotsam, intimately connecting all points of the compass to eternity.
More accidents occur in the summer months when roads are clear of rain and ice and fog than at any other time. It must be all that gawking.
