Road Trip - two words that put a smile on my face. South from home in Vancouver Canada is the fabled coast of Oregon. All these years, and we had never been. That was about to change.
For epic coastline scenes, Oregon really delivers. We pointed the Bronze Babe south and found no end of waves and scenery.
The weather was a bit too epic. After only one night of camping, the rain and wind forced us into motels for a few nights. In the interests of domestic continuation together, it was the right thing to do.
Sleeping in a tent in the rain is absolutely fine. Big Bertha kept us nice and dry. The problem is when you have to take the tent down in the rain. That’s the definition of misery.
The dunes of Oregon are the creamiest looking sand. And the grasses seem to grow to match. The beaches are probably packed during the summer, but in February, we had them to ourselves. Flocks of pale feathered Plover were arriving to nest. These delicate little birds entertained us as they chased each retreating wave. They would pluck food from the sand as soon as it became bare. Then they would run back up the beach in front of the next wave. Hard working was an understatement for these earnest creatures.
The luxury of time to explore is exquisite. I don’t think I’ve experienced it before like this. We were travelling in February. Campsites and motels were empty. That meant we had absolutely no timetable nor any destination each day.
We carried lunch and a flask of hot tea. We would park somewhere with a view, which was pretty much everywhere along the coast, and enjoy our homemade refreshments. Progress each day was probably 300kms (200 miles) as driving wasn’t the objective, enjoying and exploring was the point.
