gt6star
Observer
Day Eight May 23rd
We woke up early and broke camp quickly, rain again.... I want next door and woke up our neighbor ( he had asked for a wake up before we left, apparently he slept till 1530 the day before and didnt want to Rip Van Winkle another day away) We headed down the coast towards Tierra Del Mar, when Nola spied a small road that led out onto the beach, and a sign explaining the rules of driving on the beach. I didnt know you could still do this in North America without the enviro police aresting you. We gleafully hit the flat sand and roared down the beach, splashing thru the surf as if in some realy cheasy 70s jeep commercial! The salt air smelled great, like a huge air freshioner:wings: We drove down the beach toward a massive out cropping called Haystack Rock, think One Eyed Willy's hide out from Goonies here. At the other end of the beach we saw another couple with a jeep and a dog, they were collecting muscles for dinner. I didnt have a clue what they were looking for. I played with there dog "Lewie" for for a while, tossing a stick out across the beach and watching Lewie chearfully run and get it to bring it back to me. I fealt like a 12 year old kid again. After tiring Lewie I decided to go exploring on foot, gravitated towards the sound of thunder behind some massive rocks, I carefully stepped over star fish and other squishy sea creature to an opening in the rock where I was promptly met by the raging Pacific ocean. About 30000 gallons of it al least, exploding through the rocks and soaking me to the bone. As the water retreated I could hear the waves laughing at me, or was that Nola?
After playing on the beach for about an hour I could hear the Jeep beginning to rust, I figured it was a good time for a car wash. We drove on down to Pacific City and hit the car wash, we also did a load of laundry and got some groceries. WE got a 5 pound block of dry ice to see how it held up in our cooler too. After our stop we kept driving down the coast enjoying stunning ocean views and quaint Oregon seaside towns. We passed through towns like Depoe Bay and Otter Rock, Newport and South Beach on our way to Coos Bay, where Nola had grown up. We drove around Coos Bay and Nola pointed out places from her childhood, we stopped at an extremely good mom and pop pizza place for dinner. After dinner we decided to start looking for a campsite, first we went to the sand dunes neer Coos Bay thinking we could easily find a spot, nope, there were signs everywhere telling us nothing was allowed anywhere. So we decided to head for the hills east of town, we drove around aimlessly in the mountains looking at one pay campsite after another $20 for a spot to park is robbery Oregon! In our driving and searching we were growing a little frustrated, thats when the suicidal duck came out of nowhere and flew right into the front of the jeep, we were going about 65 mph. He slammed against the grill bounced up onto the hood and danced the jig of death as he flopped all the way across the hood. We recovered from that quickly and pressed on into the hills, that when I noticed that one of our headlights was ponting up into the trees and flopping around, that damned duck broke my driver side headlight mount! I fealt less bad for him then. I rigged the headlight up with (Ironicly) duck tape, this is exactly he kind of thing duck tape was invented for, I quipped as I made the repair. We found a small clearing in the woods and turned in, We couldnt see what was around us and we didnt care as long as we didnt pull into Leatherface's back yard I was fine with it. We made camp quickly and slept in the jeep. We slept like babies........
We woke up early and broke camp quickly, rain again.... I want next door and woke up our neighbor ( he had asked for a wake up before we left, apparently he slept till 1530 the day before and didnt want to Rip Van Winkle another day away) We headed down the coast towards Tierra Del Mar, when Nola spied a small road that led out onto the beach, and a sign explaining the rules of driving on the beach. I didnt know you could still do this in North America without the enviro police aresting you. We gleafully hit the flat sand and roared down the beach, splashing thru the surf as if in some realy cheasy 70s jeep commercial! The salt air smelled great, like a huge air freshioner:wings: We drove down the beach toward a massive out cropping called Haystack Rock, think One Eyed Willy's hide out from Goonies here. At the other end of the beach we saw another couple with a jeep and a dog, they were collecting muscles for dinner. I didnt have a clue what they were looking for. I played with there dog "Lewie" for for a while, tossing a stick out across the beach and watching Lewie chearfully run and get it to bring it back to me. I fealt like a 12 year old kid again. After tiring Lewie I decided to go exploring on foot, gravitated towards the sound of thunder behind some massive rocks, I carefully stepped over star fish and other squishy sea creature to an opening in the rock where I was promptly met by the raging Pacific ocean. About 30000 gallons of it al least, exploding through the rocks and soaking me to the bone. As the water retreated I could hear the waves laughing at me, or was that Nola?
After playing on the beach for about an hour I could hear the Jeep beginning to rust, I figured it was a good time for a car wash. We drove on down to Pacific City and hit the car wash, we also did a load of laundry and got some groceries. WE got a 5 pound block of dry ice to see how it held up in our cooler too. After our stop we kept driving down the coast enjoying stunning ocean views and quaint Oregon seaside towns. We passed through towns like Depoe Bay and Otter Rock, Newport and South Beach on our way to Coos Bay, where Nola had grown up. We drove around Coos Bay and Nola pointed out places from her childhood, we stopped at an extremely good mom and pop pizza place for dinner. After dinner we decided to start looking for a campsite, first we went to the sand dunes neer Coos Bay thinking we could easily find a spot, nope, there were signs everywhere telling us nothing was allowed anywhere. So we decided to head for the hills east of town, we drove around aimlessly in the mountains looking at one pay campsite after another $20 for a spot to park is robbery Oregon! In our driving and searching we were growing a little frustrated, thats when the suicidal duck came out of nowhere and flew right into the front of the jeep, we were going about 65 mph. He slammed against the grill bounced up onto the hood and danced the jig of death as he flopped all the way across the hood. We recovered from that quickly and pressed on into the hills, that when I noticed that one of our headlights was ponting up into the trees and flopping around, that damned duck broke my driver side headlight mount! I fealt less bad for him then. I rigged the headlight up with (Ironicly) duck tape, this is exactly he kind of thing duck tape was invented for, I quipped as I made the repair. We found a small clearing in the woods and turned in, We couldnt see what was around us and we didnt care as long as we didnt pull into Leatherface's back yard I was fine with it. We made camp quickly and slept in the jeep. We slept like babies........
