My big plan for this trip was to get to the coast away from snow, and it almost worked, as I haven’t seen much snow and the snow, I saw was higher up on mountains. Although some of it was very fresh.
In Florence my first stop on the Oregon coast there was sunshine, and a lot to do, including laundry. Google said there was a laundry right on 101, and there was. It even looked familiar; I might have used it before. My inspection of the facility proved that like the review it was clean, but looking around there was no change machine I thought that was odd, as every coin operated laundry and car wash has a change machine.
I asked the important looking little lady standing there if she knew of a change machine,
and she said she was the change machine. That should work, and a while later I was
putting away my clean clothes, and making sure my Blistex that I washed was
still in good order.
This is why I always buy these in three. Loose
one. Wash one, and you still have one for yourself.
Google also told me that Florence has a Ace hardware, they had the hotplate I was looking for so I can cook outside. I love the smell of garlic, and oregano, but I don’t necessarily like for everything to smell like garlic for 4 or 5 days.
For me without the summer crowds this is the best time to
run this coast. I have stayed in camps that in the summer you would have to
make a reservation days out.
In Florence I stayed in the Port of Siuslaw Campground, it was reasonably priced for full
hookups, was adjacent to the river, and you could walk to Old Town if you
wanted something more than you could cook on a hotplate.
Hardly any traffic on 101 is another bonus, and that made it easy to stop just about anywhere even when it said NO R-V’s
I pulled down this little road to check out the beach and discovered this bridge that I’m sure I saw in Tuscany.
I pulled in at Devil’s Churn. One of a few things named Devil on this road.
It was low tide so the churn wasn’t as spectacular as it can
be.
I stayed for the first time ever at Nehalem Bay State Park. Full hookups were reasonable . the sites level and paved, the ocean and trails are readily accessible, and this park is massive with just under 200 campsites, and yurts.
Packing up in the morning I almost ran my freshwater hose through some little dog shit that was no doubt from my neighbors little dog. Smokey bear needs to have that dog for lunch.
Across the mighty Columbia is Cape Disappointment. Now the
Cape might have been a disappointment for British fur trader John Meares, who
named the cape way back in 1788. I wasn’t
disappointment at all, especially after wanting to check out this park for
years.
Washington State Parks operates a comparable to Nehalem Bay
another massive camping park here with again just under 200 campsites and yurts.
There are miles of beaches to walk on and a couple of lighthouses.
I didn’t get to do
much beach walking as the wind was gusting so hard that it threatened to topple
my massive overstuffed self, and it could have tipped me and I still would have
loved this park if for no other reason the R-V sewer dump is actually graded so
that when you pull up it slightly slants you to the side your drain is on and
get this the drain is flipping downhill from your R-V. Bravo to whoever in the
Washington State Park system that figured shit runs downhill.
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