Traveling the Oregon Coast, 2

Tillicom Beach was so nice and scenic and quiet we decided, despite the chill, to stay a second day, mostly for relaxation but also for administrative purposes. Among other things, we installed some LED lights, installed a few more household items, checked some of the owner-installed under-carriage and suspension, tested the various interior monitors, repaired a few things, and reorganized a few things. Also we kept close watch on the Trimetric, minding our amps and volts and what-have-you and state of charge. Yes, we are probably becoming solar-holics. It's fun watching the electricity fall out of the sky and into your rig. In small doses. Next day we broke camp and drove on further south on US101, stopping here and there for items of interest, scenic and otherwise.

I was walking along the cliff above the beach and saw a small
flock of porpoises porpoising...before I could locate them in
the camera, they were gone...except in the lower right-hand
corner, that might be one in the wave

Moving right along down the road, another beautiful expanse

Sea lion camp on the ledges below the cliff...arf! arf!

Typical Oregon coast scene

Beginning of dune country

On the river south of Florence

Most of the bridges in these parts apparently are Depression-
era and therefore Art Deco; here's the one south of Florence,
typical of half a dozen others

Detail

View from Battle Rock

We proceeded on, expecting to find a US Forest Service 
campground called Gold Beach or somesuch, but it never 
appeared, and so we finally settled for a large lay-by on the 
coast, thus, and spent the night...our first night genuinely 
boon-docking, as the Americans call it, or savage-camping, 
as the French call it; no wonder French is still the language
of taste, culture, etc. Lat 42.3122460, Long 124.4144011

The scenery was good, I mean, bonne

Traveling The Oregon Coast

Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights found us at the Nesrokin Creek campground/resort, weathering the easterly effects of Astro...very high wind, rain, cold, generally ugly and unpleasant. At least it was free, due to our willingness to endure an hour's "presentation" on a campground time-share or somesuch scheme we had been led to by a young man posing as a Camping World employee, in Portland. We have infinite patience with these things, as long as the swag is good, and often find them amusing. The outcome this time was three nights at the aforementioned campground, power and other amenities included, plus a $25 gift card at Camping World, which is apparently part of the scheme. No, we didn't buy anything. We never do. Thursday, as the weather began to improve, we moved on to Lincoln City and the aforementioned Chinook Winds casino, where we "camped," again, free. Friday, the winds and rain subsided, the sun shown, and we endeavored to get back into traveling mode, driving down the Pacific Coast Highway, US101, stopping at a variety of turn-outs, scenic views, state parks, and, finally, the Tillicum Beach Campground, a beautiful US Forest Service campground, right on the ocean, practically deserted, about midway between Waldport and Yashica.

Looking back toward Lincoln City

One among many pretty coastal scenes

Lunch stop

Another pretty scene and a short hike

Cove with cliffs, sea caves, waterfall

And a rocky point

Interesting sea grasses on a ledge ; this is what a volcanic
tropical coast  would look like just before the tsunami hit...

Ditto

Paddlers (click to enlarge)

Yaquina lighthouse...or possibly a cathedral in
France

Vast, broad, cold beach south of Yaquina 

We landed at the Tillicum Beach NFS campground about 3:30
and decided to go no farther...another broad, hard beach, along
a coastal woods, little cliffs, and other features

Looking out to sea

Southward, toward Yashica

Big waves beyond the beach

Campsite at Tillicum Beach, just up from the cliffs, practically
alone, and, apart from the surf, very quiet

Refitting, Outfitting, Upfitting, etc...Accounting for the Past Month

We are at a campground near Neskowin, on the Oregon coast, enduring the gale brought here by winter storm Astro. We got here from Roundup, MT, driving all day Saturday and Sunday and then some Monday, past Portland, hoping to escape the worst parts of the storm. At least it's dry and above freezing here on the coast. We amused ourselves today by downing a mediocre but cheap repast at the nearby Chinook Winds (!) casino and then winning $70 on the slots. Life is good here in America.

How to account for the past month? Well, our time in Missoula was busy, busy, busy. We got to see a few friends, but missed many others. (We'll be back in January). Mostly, we worked on the new truck and camper, adding steps, tie-downs, suspension up-grades, tire-upgrades, many little additions and alterations on the camper interior; and then a complete solar electrical system. All this took much research, trial, and some error, too. And when we weren't doing that, we were out at our storage unit in East Missoula, going through stuff, selling stuff on Craigslist, taking stuff to Goodwill, etc. When we departed Missoula in 2008, our intent was to be on the road maybe two years, then buy a condo and live a more settled life. Consequently, we put way more in storage than suits us now. The condo is nowhere in our foreseeable future. And there is still plenty more stuff to go through and deal with.... Anyhow, our autumn visit to Missoula is now done, and we are onto our later autumn travels in the western US, familiar country that we have always loved.

More than a month has passed--and 5,000 miles--and I have very, very few photos to show for our recent "travels." We'll be back on all these roads soon enough, however, and I'll do a better job.

Dear Missoula, weird as ever...here we are in
Bob Ward's, looking at a "concealment suit";
huntin' season is just about to begin; the best
news, apart from getting our work done, was
that friend Willis Curdy got elected to the
Montana legislature...after knocking on 4,500
doors this fall; the bad news was that the
Montana Festival of the Book passed on, after
a fifteen year run; sic transit, Gloria...

The owners at Hellgate Canyon Storage very kindly let us
use #47 as an annex/overflow unit, mostly from which to make
our Craigslist sales

On Amnesia Lane...here I am modeling the
smoker's jacket Vicki made for me some time in
the 60s; she couldn't bear to give it to Goodwill
(!), though I am unlikely to take up smoking
again

Lest anyone think I've always been strictly  a
Two Buck Chuck devotee

We probably have a hundred (two hundred?) T-shirts between
us, and we were unable to part with many of them--most were
travel or other mementos; here, a professional memento, the
sentiment expressed never more true nor a more distant hope...

We left our main storage unit in better shape than ever...and
ready for our snowmobiling adventures in January

Camping at the Walmart in Helena, en route to Roundup; we
had dinner with the Sehestedts later that evening...they had to
be impressed with their new in-laws...

At HandyBob's near Roundup...the guru of RV solar power

Mise en place...solar controller, shunt, circuit breakers, fuse,
inverter, etc., for our new electrical set-up; not pictured: the solar
panels, cables, the all-important Tri-metric monitor, and
HandyBob

Probably the last good fall day on the Mussellshell...

And now, via Missoula, Lookout Pass, Smelterville, Spokane,
eastern Washington, the Columbia Gorge, and Portland, we 
are on the Oregon coast, watching Astro's easterly gales blow 
the Pacific waves back out to sea...

Return To Missoula, 2014

So as the sun began to set behind the mountains, October 9th, we pulled into Missoula, first our storage unit in East Missoula, and then Kim and Dave's up in the south hills. They are letting us stay with them while we get and move into the camper; and then letting us camp in their drive-way while we get all the other things squared away...which will take a couple weeks. We are fortunate to have such good friends here.

Our first morning back in Missoula, first snow on Lolo Peak
greets us with the reminder that the days will be getting shorter,
darker, colder...

Before anything else, and with the truck still unladen, we drove
up to our old house on Horseback Ridge

We lived in it from 1997, sold it in 2007; it was lived in for two
years, but then has sat empty the last five, on the market but
without a sale; so sad...

First sight of our new home...inspection, demonstration, etc...

Truck meets camper

Finally, after the bank, a couple days of me installing the tie-
downs, the steps, other truck improvements, truck and camper
are together, here in the parking lot at Bretz', one of Missoula's
several large RV dealerships; the first of several trips to Bretz,
and others, for hoses, levelers, "household" goods; much other
stuff purchased mail-order; our chief purchasing officer seems
to be enjoying herself; the big challenge will be getting the
solar power up and going, but we will have some considerable
help with that on a trip to Roundup, MT

Parked at Kim and Dave's; we're really enjoying the camper,
after a week, relatively spacious (for us), quite well insulated,
a galley twice the size of what we were earlier planning on, huge
comfortable bed, storage we haven't begun to utilize...

Typical Missoula residential scene; you'll occasionally see
them downtown, too

Most of our time has been out at the storage unit, reorganizing,
repacking, selling a few things, donating box after box to
Goodwill; here Vicki poses by what we think was our first piece
of furniture, a pine bookcase purchased in Boston in 1970 

Washington, DC To Missoula, MT

Rachel and Will drove us to Virginia to pick up the new truck on Sunday, October 5th, and we drove it gingerly, on secondary roads even, back to their house for packing and an afternoon departure. Destination: our old home town of Missoula, Montana, where our stuff is, and where a Bigfoot camper awaits mounting on the new truck. The highlights of the trip actually were visits with Sandy and Rhett in Frederick, MD, and, the next night, with Joey, Jodi, and Joseph, in Indianapolis. So much good food, drink, and conversation that I forgot to take any pix. Oh well. Our third night was in Charles City, IA, and our fourth was in Spearfish, SD. Over the years, I've traveled between Missoula and DC probably 30-40 times, entirely by air, except for 2003, when we moved Rachel to The Hill. As is our habit, we drove almost always by daylight and rarely approached the posted speed limits. Result: no incidents and 19.3 mpg for our new lightly-laden 6.4L/one-ton truck.

Not the Delaware Water Gap 

Passing through our old home town of Columbus, Ohio; in
the center is the State Office Tower, where I worked my first
permanent, full-time job, at the Ohio Board of Regents

Across the wide Mississippi, we entered Iowa and visited the
world's largest truck stop, on I-80

It was indeed large; this is just a portion of the retail showroom

Ditto

Ditto again; obviously, we were pretty impressed

Anemic blood moon over Charles City, IA

Pretty pedestrian mall in Mason City, IA; moving cash around
for our two big purchases this week required a stop in Mason
City, the last Bank of America branch on our route; little did
we know, but we now do, that Mason City is really River City,
of Music Man fame; Meredith Wilson was born and grew
up in Mason City, and many of the famous musical's characters
were drawn from his life here

Marian the Librarian poses in the city's central park; "Trouble,
right here in River City," is one of her favorite expressions

Driving past someone's sculpture garden astride I-90 in SD;
slightly reminiscent of Spain...

Outside an utterly classic Montana general store in Broadus

Only in Montana...

A double rainbow welcomes us back to western Montana

Drive time, the old-fashioned way

The aspens and cottonwoods were at their autumn peak in the
valleys; later I'll post a pic of the golden larches higher up
around Missoula

 

19.3 mpg over 2,400 highway miles (and mostly gaining
altitude and mostly with a head-wind); we were impressed with
the Ram's 6.4L gas engine, more than twice the displacement
of any engine we've had before, plenty of power yet surprisingly 
good fuel efficiency