That gave us three days to make the short move... even I should be able to do that... right?
Running from Three Rivers Casino toward Tillamook we decided we'd overnight at the Beverly Beach State Park just below Depoe Bay. That lil' spot is billed as the worlds smallest harbor.
While I can't vouch for that... I can say that it's the lil' hole you have to float a boat through, with heavy surf surging all over the rocks around you... that would get my attention long before the size of the harbor you'd be in once you made it through!
Looked to me that the thing was only maybe three times as wide as the boats moored at the docks! I'll stick to nice safe Motorcycles. :)
Beverly Beach was nice enough and combined with a "Feeling Puny" episode of mine, we elected to extended our overnight and make it a two night stop. I'm telling you, Oregon's gift of ten days a month is spoiling this old boondocker! :)
I've been taking advantage of those sizzling hot showers too... Soaking under that hot stream is a joyous luxury for folks that have learned to stretch 50 gallons out for most of a week!
The camp is pretty darn big,. From our spot it was most of a 1/2 mile stroll down through the park to the beach itself. The camp road takes you down through the heavy forest to a trail that leads under this bridge on Hwy 101.
Yup... hot showers, Beautiful beaches and easy strolls through shady forest... It's a hard thing to live this rough.
The wind had come up strong when we walked down to the beach. A pretty standard pattern around here. If you want calm, get up early and do your walking as soon after sunrise as you can get your coffee drunk.
I don't know which is the most popular name, I've heard it called para surfing and kite surfing... but there were three or four guys doing whatever you call it when we came out from under the bridge...
Looked to me like a whole lot of work to get wet... I believe I'll just stick to finely brewed beer and wet myself from the inside out! ;)
The next day we continued our slow march up the coast, wiggled past the lil' sitchy-a-shun with the truck and landed at the Tillamook Airport RV Park... a big fancy name for a spot that is currently home to just me and a van camper with his pup.
It's more than us cheapskates have grown used to paying... but with decent signal here, and dang close to town... it'll work out real well for me to get some work done for the two weeks I'm bachin' it... I only have to find a way to sweet talk 'em into letting me stretch their 14 day limit a couple of days.
As you can see, it's terrible crowded ;) If they prove inflexible with the rules, I'll have to move a day or so before her return...
On the way to the Portland airport yesterday we made a stop at the Tillamook Forest Center. Back in the 30's they had a series of devastating fires run through this whole region. The upstart was that I guess all the homesteaders and even lumber companies abandoned their holdings because of the devastation and poor lumber prices.
The counties in the area got with the state and apparently some sort of a deal was worked out where the state would take over management of the land and pay to rehab the land with I forget how many million seedling trees; and then eventually share a portion of the lumber sales revenues with the counties to replace the lost "tax base".
Bottom line is, they're managing a healthy state forest... instead of being obstructed by the "greens" that prohibit proper management everywhere else...
Yup... they have a relatively healthy forest... and active logging going on in it to PROPERLY manage that forest. Curious, that a state can operate and not be stopped by the litigation of the misguided "greens" and have a healthy forest... but the Feds... possessing FAR MORE power... claim to be helpless in the face of the sierra club and their cronies... curious...
The displays in the forest center run down the aftermath of the fires and how they brought the land back to the health it sees today. It's really an interesting place and tickles the imagination of what can be achieved if you get the feds out of the way.
Moving on out of that forest and down into the country south of Portland we ran smack into URBAN CULTURE SHOCK! Whooooooeee! For a guy that's not been in any real Metropolis for better than a few months... the bumper to belly... stop and go for the last fifteen miles or so, getting to the airport... in the middle of the afternoon was not totally unexpected... but sure started a lot farther out than I contemplated.
We gained a view of Mt. Hood... nearly as soon as we broke out of the mountains. Having this to look at softens the fact that the picture was taken sitting in bumper to butt traffic... moving... three miles an hour. ;)
I guess they're working to loosen up the traffic... though I didn't see a whole lot of movement around this bridge under construction as we crawled across the river.
Ten years or so ago we attended a big Bead Show in the convention center. Those two big glass towers that you can see over this bit of traffic that was one of the Yellow sections between the Red sections of traffic notification on Heidi's GPS. I just let the clutch off... and if you look you can see the brake lights of the front cars. :)
Good thing when the map program said nearly two hours we allowed four... we made the 75+ miles in just over three! :) Oh yeah... Portland traffic is Sweet! :)
A bit of the Portland skyline... I cropped it down tight... or all it would be is CARS! Oh Lordy... then... when I dropped her at the Airport... and headed back out through the concrete maze... I made the mistake of actually following the GPS directions... and it Burped...
Directed me to take an exit from this road to that road and trapped me in a lane that took me off onto some lil side street. Well, twenty minutes later I FINALLY found my way back to the proper route an wiggled through traffic and back onto the open road leading into the mountains and back to the salvation of Tillamook!
Yeah... don't always trust GPS technology... get a lil' complacent and the suckers will ambush you! :)
The first day of bachin' it with the dogs I spent most of rebuilding another half dozen pages of the sites... and trying to capture photographs of a coupe WWII fighters flying around the museum...
The first one I think might be a P47 Thunderbolt but I could be wrong on that, something about the wing seems wrong... but the one below is unmistakeably a P51 Mustang. In its day maybe the finest Fighter airplane built.
The thing must be in pretty good shape... considering the pilot seemed to really enjoy getting it upside down a lot!
Early in the day I'd heard a plane taking off, the first of the day that I noticed. When I looked up from my work a Japanese Zero Fighter was zooming into the sky... but it sailed off so fast I couldn't scramble quick enough to capture it.
So with sunny skies keeping my batteries charged, plenty of coffee beans to keep me charged and plenty of work to keep me busy... the next couple of weeks should roll by with alarming speed!
Settled in Tillamook