Oregon Coast Travels

After spending a bit of time on the road we have finally landed in a place where I can stop and review these first days of our journey.  It has been a bit of an adventure for sure and we have had to keep our sense of humor and perspective a number of times.

An unexpected snow storm delayed our departure date but we finally made it out after the ice melted off the roads on the following day.

In our efforts to avoid the icy road conditions in the mountains we elected to take the coastal route down the Oregon Coast and were making good time until we blew a tire on the fifth wheel just 10 minutes from our destination for the night.  It's a little scary changing a tire on the side of a busy winding road just as it's starting to get dark but the Lord protected us and we were soon on our way again.   Our second day we ended up getting caught in a huge wind and rain storm in Newport, Oregon where we had to hunker down for a couple of days.

Even though it was windy, rainy and cold, that didn't stop us from getting out, in spite of the rain to wander a little bit along the old waterfront in the Newport Harbor and enjoy a nice warm bowl of clam chowder and some fresh fish and chips.

It didn't stop the seagulls either.

Finally, the winds died down, the sun came out and we could be on our way again.

A view of the Newport Bridge in the early morning after the storm taken from our camp site.

Those of you who have traveled the highway along the Oregon Coast know how magnificent the scenery is.  Around every corner is a spectacular view of waves crashing to the shore and splashing up against gigantic rocks jutting up from the water. The clouds and storm would blow in and out making the afternoon look like night was drawing in, and then the sun would come back out and sparkle on the water. 

Our fourth night out we landed in the little seaport of Brookings, Oregon, the last town before crossing into California.  We found a cute little RV park in the harbor right across the street from the beach where ...

  I finally got my first walk along the seashore.

 We could see where the sea had thrown up bits and pieces of wood  and debris and left it all along the water's edge including this little bit of burl wood which I picked up and almost brought home with me before resisting the urge and leaving it where it lay for the next treasure hunter. 

   

   Much of this wood looked raw and new, freshly washed up from the storm.  But with time the winds and the sands will polish it into the smooth and whitened patina of aged driftwood much like this little piece.

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There is still so much more to share, especially about the sea, but I must leave you for now.  We are still experiencing some large winter storms but we are nestled safely with dear friends who are are keeping us busy and helping us to stay cosy and warm.  I pray that each of you are safely nestled in the place that you are as well.