070927-Cape Blanco

Thursday, September 27, 2007

One of the consequences of traveling free style, is that you can loose track of time. Sometimes if it wasn’t for my pill case, I wouldn’t know what day it is.

Therefore, forgetting it was the weekend, we rolled into Newport Bay, Oregon, a charming, seaside town and harbor, not realizing it was Saturday, and quite full of tourists and traffic.
We then tried to get into a local state park, which of course was also filled up. Plan B was to find a nice RVP nearby and wait out the weekend, which we did.

The weather is changing, and from what I remember of my youth on the east coast, I think it is called Fall. Los Angeles seems to be immune to it, but here on the Oregon coast it is getting cool, crisp, and balmy. I think it’s telling me to head south.

Some of the charming areas we have made tourist stops at are Coos Bay and Bandon Bay.
If we could, we would love to stay at every one of them for a few day each at least, but for now, these brief visits and some candid photos to remind us where we’ve been will have to suffice.
Our plan was to stay a few nights at Cape Blanco State Park, which is a point jutting into the pacific. As often happens, we didn’t notice the sign pointing to the campsite so we kept going till we reached the Cape Blanco Lighthouse. We weren’t planning on visiting lighthouses since I can’t climb the many steps on a winding staircase, but this mistake was well worth it. The setting was breath taking and the ocean was beautiful. The park ranger took our picture and pointed us in the right direction for the campsites, and we picked out a nice one: paved, level, and plenty of grass for Peter to lie on. It was a good day.