Day #41, 10-18-11Oct 18, 2011
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| Day #41, 10-18-11 This Morning we started the day at about 7: 30. Well, it did for me. I fixed breakfast for my furry friend and Coffee for Barb and me. Today our target was Tillamook Oregon and the general area. We headed out at about 9:30am, leaving our trash outside the RV parking area. These guys provide a trash pick-up service. Nice Park, we headed south through a number of small towns; Seaside, Cannon Beach, and Manzanita, along with lots of limited speed zones. Then we started up & up into the mountains, I thought this was the coast! We finally got our first view of the Oregon Coast, foggy but still the coast. Barb immediately reached for her brown paper bag as the surf was several hundred feet below with 18” of stone wall between us and the abyss! She refused to talk to me except to tell me to slow down. Damn, I’m doing 30mph max! We creep down the hill to the tune of honking horns. It finally ends when I find a turn-out and get a lot of “one finger” thank-you’s, you’re very welcome I assure you! Once you get down to the beach level, Oregon really does have a beautiful coast line. We make it to The Tillamook Cheese Factory which is our first scheduled stop. I walked Bridget while Barb browsed the Visitors center. We then took the Factory tour. We had seen cheese production in Wisconsin last year so this was not eye opening, just larger in scale. We watched the process from windows on the second floor. I’m sure it’s impressive to a lot of people but to my mind the automation was really antiquated. We could have done “a lot better” with my crew at JBL. Just say’n! We bought some cheese and souvenirs and an ice cream cone, which we shared with Bridget back at the motor home. We headed down the road to Fred Meyers to pick up some provisions. I don’t know what this thing is that they have for curbs, but they are in the center dividers of the road, in parking lots and just everywhere! I survived the barriers in the FRED Meyers parking lot and found my way to the side of the building for parking. Before parking for real, I got out and walked the lot to make sure I had an exit. After shopping, we had a “Quilting –Textile Museum in our (Barbs) sights, almost across the street ‘about ¼ mile” down the road. When we got there, there was a narrow 1 lane road and a small parking lot for the Museum. We drove past and down the road till I could turn around and found another single lane into the Museum. At least there was a way out. Barb went inside while I looked at Pamphlets for RV parks for the night. Inside Barb learned how to turn woven yarn into a blanket. She met a lady who was born and raised in Simi Valley and was now a local resident. Small world! I had selected a park from the pile of brochures and off we headed, 7 ½ miles back into the forest. When we got there, I thought I would find Fred Sanford out in the yard! What a dump!!!! Time to try again, I picked the most impressive, expensive brochure out of the remaining selection and back we went, 7 miles out of the forest and south on the 101. It looked good from the road and when we parked to register, there were 5 guys gutting salmon in front of us! OK, were close to the coast, just fishermen, but they did seem to be enjoying themselves….. I checked in and headed back into the back of the park through untrimmed tree branched to find spot C-7. As I pulled into the dirt parking spot I heard “Banjo Music” in my mind. Ding-Ding- Ding-Ding- Ding-Ding- Ding- Ding-Ding. (The music from Deliverance). Just my imagination, I’m sure, these good old boys are OK, I think. The Bald guy with an unleashed Rottweiler next to us seems OK to me, gulp. I quickly pulled the shades and prayed for sunlight! More tomorrow if we survive the night…………………….. |
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