Florence, OR, west of Eugene, sucks to hitch south out of. There's a huge forest preserve just past the South edge of town, and what little space there is between town and the state park has narrow shoulders and bad visibility due to shade and winding roads. You just ain't gonna get seen there. Took me seven hours of sign-flying for someone to notice me (hitchhiking virgin, she was adorable).
The things people say about Crescent City are more or less true. I got a ride out pretty quick, but that was mostly luck. (Shoutouts to Carlos the Candyman, who got me all the way down to Castroville and let me meet his family the next morning.)