|20 August 2015 : Gold Beach — Astoria|
First night on the road, and surprisingly, I got good sleep, and awoke to a sparkly morning. Surf still booming, but the sky cloudless and the marine layer lying almost out of sight...
|16 August 2018 : Easy Day|
Out our northern porch window this morning, the Coaster that's been waiting rode at anchor. The fog looked to be lifting; small bits of blue scudded by overhead, and occasional bursts of sunlight spotlighted random roofs, trees, boats...
|17 August 2018 : Another Easy Day|
Another one of Rose River Inn's good breakfasts, and some maintenance on this traveling system – the relationship between image sizes and copy wasn't right, and I wanted more freedom from the tyranny of a fixed width browser (the panorama from the Astoria Tower was too pinched!) – before we headed out west to find Lewis and Clark's winter camp at Fort Clatsop National Historic Park ...
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We disdained 'breakfast' at Ireland's, knowing it to be the usual cardboard fare, and stopped by Rachel's for hot drinks and a muffin, knowing we were in training for, just possibly, one of the best meals of the trip.
The Oregon Coast is a gorgeous conundrum, a mix of spectacular mountains falling into a tumultuous sea, thick rainforest, thoughtless development, and rapacious timbering. The state's elders managed to protect most of the best parts, but encouraged commercial development 'for the enjoyment of The People' whose tastes run to neon and ticky-tacky. It ends up being a toxic mix. |
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1st per in:|, and occasional bursts of sunlight spotlighted random roofs, trees, boats.
Hostess Pam served a hearty breakfast; we could hear Dave hard at work in the kitchen behind the curtain. "Won't need lunch," opines Rochelle. Doubt that.
We walked over to the Columbia River Marine Museum, an elegantly put-together collection of all the various forces that formed, and continue to form, this place where the mighty Columbia River encounters the much mightier Pacific Ocean.
"The Bar" – the actual joining of the two, is famous as the Pacific Ship Graveyard: some 2,000 ships and uncounted lives have been lost here. The stories abound, from it's discovery in 1792, Lewis and Clark's 1805 winter, the Astor party's settlement in 1811, Salmon booms, fires, Coast Guard heroics... plenty of grist for a museum.|
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