Boice Cope Park, near Langlois. As Google Maps usually does, it offered an alternate route. Besides the obvious way down Highway 101, it thought I might like to detour through Coquille (the county seat) and follow the Coquille River back to 101. Okay, why not? Besides, the route sort of looked like a profile of Conan O'Brien, with Coquille at the tip of his nose.
Highway 42 to Coquille and points beyond is four lanes. Piece of cake. But 425 from Coquille to Bandon is two lanes, rather narrow, curvy and with no shoulders most of the way—the type of road that can make me a little nervous. The Rolling Steel Tent seems wider and more wallowy under those circumstances. But I took it easy, a little slower than the speed limit, telling myself the road was plenty wide enough and I wasn't going to run off into the river or anything.
About two-thirds of the way along (in the middle of Conan's chin, I'd guess) I came upon a couple of guys waving handheld stop signs. So I stopped.
"Up ahead there's a car that ran off the road into the river. The road is totally closed down. You can wait an hour or more while they pull it out, or you can turn around," one of them said.
I turned around, my anxiety vindicated.