Friday, July 29, 2016

Two beaches and a poodle

We're trying to take Lewis with us more since Sasha is gone.   We're happy he enjoys these outings, but want make sure to maintain a balance.....happy to "go for a ride" and happy to stay home.

Today was a "go for a ride" day.   We packed lunch and headed to a nearby beach for some good exercise before heading south toward Port Orford.

We first stopped at China Creek beach, just around the corner from our campground.   We were met by a volunteer who told us about the tiny Plovers nesting on this beach.   They are endangered and nest out on the open beach so dogs must be leashed at all times.    With Lewis whistling and barking in the back of the jeep we decided to move along to Devil's Kitchen beach where he could blow off all that pent up energy running.

It was the right decision.   As in most beaches we've encountered in Oregon, we had this one pretty much to ourselves.   Windy again, but we're used to it now.

Lewis feels strongly that birds belong in the air, not on the ground (or beach)

he tried to use Dave as a windbreak sometimes

Are you ready to go for another ride?
Yes I am!
We drove south toward Port Orford.   There were two things we wanted there.  The first is to see the west's only Dolly Port.    Port Orford's port is an open water one so the fishing boats are not moored or docked in the ocean when not in use.    They are kept on shore on "custom" dollys and are put into the water and taken out by huge yellow cranes.

one of the fishing fleet on its dolly in the foreground,
yellow crane behind it on the edge of the dock

hypnotizing kelp beds undulating in the current
next to the port dock

We sat in the car (out of the ferocious wind) and ate our lunch while waiting for a boat to be lowered into (or out of) the water.    We didn't have to wait very long before we saw a fishing boat coming in to port.

It pulled along side the dock at the base of the huge cranes to unload its cargo.   We watched through binoculars so as not to be in the way.

After they were finished, the workers crawled around the bow and stern of the boat attaching ropes and the crane swung over and dropped its hook.    The guys attached the hook and slowly, slowly, the boat came up out of the water.

The guys crawled off the boat onto the dock and the crane swung the boat up and set it gently down onto the waiting, wheeled dolly.    An interesting procedure to watch, but sure seems like a lot of trouble!

The other thing I wanted to do in Port Orford was to drive down the beach.   We found a way down off Jackson Street, right next to the Crazy Norwegian Fish and Chips shop.    Jackson Street turned into a narrow one vehicle wide dirt/sand track through the grassy dunes. We followed it and came out on the beach at the base of Battle Mountain.

Battle Mountain
The tide was out and we had a huge, wide beach all to ourselves.   We turned south, navigating around and through an area of huge beach rocks.   Fun!

We found a spot we liked and parked.   Out went the poodle and we three continued our trek down the beach on foot.

follow the tail

Lew enjoyed the little fresh water streams coming out of the hillsides

once again, Dave wore shoes and had to be creative to get across the stream

He found his own stick this time

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Face Rock tidal rocks

The timing experiment of yesterday did not hold true this morning.   I tried to do a blog to show you how we spent the last bit of time in Eugene, the covered bridges, but the pictures were taking so long I gave up.   Tomorrow's another day.

Today we braved gale force winds to climb down to Face Rock beach and poke around the tidal rocks there.    We walked into the ridiculously strong wind, sand stinging our faces and legs, about another mile and a half to Coquille Point to see  what those rocks would show us at low tide.      We walked under arches in the huge sea stacks and along the wild surf.    The marine layer moved in and out, sometimes we were in brilliant sunshine and others deep in mist but always in the wind.     

I didn't take any pictures of the sand drifts in our ears or piled on top of our need to pay for a costly dermabrasion treatment at our dermatologists....we're scraped clean.

Face Rock
think, a young woman's face emerging from the sea
looking up at the sky

this looks like another rock, but its the base of a huge driftwood tree

I'll close this blog for the night.   While I've been loading these pictures I managed to watch President Obama speak, watched America's Got Talent and took a shower.    Time for bed.

Tuesday, July 26, 2016

an experiment

Dave says to try a blog in the morning instead of evening to see if pictures will load any faster, so here are a few from our quick visit to the Owen Rose Garden in Eugene.       We'd never heard of the place but saw flowers down below us as we whizzed by on the beltway.    Dave was nice enough to zig and zag through city streets to find it.

Oh Dave....

It was a very pretty and quiet place set in a rather industrial area.   Large nicely kept lawns and a beautiful pale pink rose arbor over the brick pathway.   The roses on it were pretty much finished, but I could imagine the effect when they were fully in bloom!

a few of the pale pink arbor roses were still blooming

Dave was in his glory, as you might know.   He followed his nose from rose to rose searching for the most fragrant one.   He's always disappointed but he keeps trying.   The most beautiful looking roses rarely have any fragrance.

You can see him in these pictures, he's the one with the rose colored shirt bending over the flowers.....

And lest you think that roses were the only flowers in the garden, I give you an artichoke!

Oh, and as an aside to this post, Dave did find a rose to meet his expectations.   It was the last bloom on a bush directly behind Beluga here in Bandon.   He brought it in and its fragrance still fills the air - even now that it is obviously very dead......

I guess this experiment was a success!    This blog took me only about 10 minutes to put together.     Now, do I want to burn sunshine sitting inside working on a blog or do I want to take hours in the evening?

Foggy beach day

Two different weather guessers gave us two totally different forecasts for today.  We decided to ignore both and just go about our day.   We packed a lunch and loaded Lewis into the Jeep heading north to Whiskey Run Beach.   I thought we could find a jeep entrance to the beach there and I was right.  

We drove through a narrow rutted path and out onto the wide, empty beach.

The wind driven fog was blowing past, giving us white out conditions one moment, and brilliant sun another.    Lewis was beyond excited.   He ran and barked and pranced and barked and sniffed and chortled and raced out of sight only to come flying back through the fog to crash into us with joy.

We didn't bring his ball so as to not have the rather expensive "sand" problem we had our last beach day with him.    He didn't seem to mind not having his toy, but clearly didn't want us to have a toy either.

Dave tried to keep his walking stick
but Lew had other plans for it

After lunch we continued our walk north toward Seven Devil's State Park.    About a half mile from where we left the jeep we came to a large rock formation full of fantastic concretions.

We crawled around on the rocks awhile before starting our walk back down the beach.

the fog moves inland

Lewis and I left our shoes in the jeep so we just waded through the shallow creek dividing the beach.   Dave didn't, so he had to find a more creative way to get to the other side.  

After waiting a few minutes for another car to try and get through the deeply rutted sandy exit from the beach, our dear jeep just drove through as if it was on a paved road....we're so happy we have it!

Once off the beach and out of the parking lot we continued north on Seven Devil's Road towards Cape Arago.   After a mile or so the road narrowed and turned to gravel as it wound up and through the partly logged forest.

We came out at the small boat harbor at Charleston as the marine layer was closing in once again.

We found we could drive out on the south jetty among the commercial fishing boats and spent a few minutes watching a  boat from Hawaii unload large and solidly frozen fish at one of the fisheries there.

We continued our drive to Cape Arago State Park and Simpson Reef, but we could not see even a few feet off the road.   We could hear the large population of seals and sea lions resting on the reef, but they were invisible to us.   We'll definitely make another trip back up that way, many interesting things to see, when you can see!