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!
|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.
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|