Wrapping Up the Northwest

Yes, I know it’s late, but I’ve been traveling life’s journey these past few weeks. In that vein, before I get started, check out my new website, especially if you like my writing: Shor Success. So that’s what I’ve been doing instead of wrapping up the trip.

Here are my odds and ends, bits and bobs, remnants (that reminds me of carpet ends), miscellany, and/or loose ends:

  • The algorithm for Oregon driving is SL – 5 where SL stands for speed limit.
  • I had forgotten this little bit of trivia, but was reminded when I had to wait and wait and wait (was it the California plate): Oregon and New Jersey are the only two states where you are not allowed to pump your own gas.
  • For those of us who live in places with weather, the roads can be rather bumpy (yes, it’s a metaphor for life). Apparently, West Coast peeps (of which I was one for some time) have no concept of REAL rough road. We saw construction signs warning motorcyclists to be extra cautious and all of us to take care because the road was VERY rough. Um, it was kind of like the time my sister-in-law told me that the street named Ridge near my house in very flat Skokie was the top of a hill and even after squinting I didn’t see it. It’s all in the perspective. Now I see the hill, but I sure didn’t feel the rough road.
  • Signs seen along the way: Bonk and Bonk Investigations and His Junk, Her Treasures (tee hee).
  • Go to Daiso! It’s a Japanese dollar store. So much fun. See pictures above for examples.
  • The Oakland Fire and Parks departments teamed up to pay for goats to eat the very dry grass (also known as kindling) at the top of a hill that serves as a dog park.
  • Some of the campgrounds (and the marina) had coin showers. Really??? I have to pay 25 cents for three minutes to bathe. AND you don’t mention it when I check in. Who walks around with piles of quarters? Or even cash for that matter.
  • What’s a trip to Washington without a totem pole? The day we arrived in Port Townsend, the town was dedicating a new one. Here it is:

Days 3 and 4: Oregon Coast

img_20190627_122321310We made it to Oregon on Thursday. I always forget that even though San Francisco is Northern California, it is the beginning of the top third of the state. It takes a while to get all the way to Oregon, but we made it.

img_20190627_122129158We started the day at Big Lagoon beach in California (but you can almost see Oregon from there). It was a pebbly beach and adults were seemingly looking for buried treasure. We asked an older couple and they told us they were looking for agates. Mahru asked if the tides wash the agates up, but the woman said, “There are lots of theories, but it’s really just luck.” I like that. They were really cute. The man held up one stone and said, “I don’t think this is an agate, but she gave it to me because it’s heart-shaped.” Awwwww.

We stayed in Coos Bay at Sunset Bay State Park on Thursday night, which meant that the facilities were a little lesser and the child factor was high. At the privately run RV parks and campgrounds we had stayed at in California, there were no children. The state parks here are overrun. Not that I don’t like children, but it is a different atmosphere. On our way out, our first full day in Oregon, we stopped at South Jetty Beach near Florence before seriously hitting the road.

img_20190628_152328202img_20190628_160706295_burst000_cover_topimg_20190628_162454902_hdrWe drove on 1 until it ceased to exist and then 101, which mostly hugs the coast, or at least hugs it enough that we were oohing and aahing around every bend. Beach and forest right up against each other makes for spectacular viewing. Friday was our longest driving day, 5.5 hours, but we broke it up with an other beach walk and then fish and chips and a stroll around Newport, a cute little fishing town. How can we be in a fishing town and not eat fish and chips. We ate salmon and rockfish and chips at Ocean Bleu. Yum. The Depoe Bay beer hit the spot, too.

We arrived at Fort Stevens State Park at about 8 that evening. Luckily, check-in was until 8. Not so luckily, we were sandwiched between two huge groups with lots of kids. Oh well, we could handle it for one night.