Bits and Pieces
Riding the Trails
Riding the Rails
The front of the locomotive couldn’t connect to the other end of the train. So after several tries they went back around to the front of the train, connected there and pushed us back down. Took some extra time but who was in a hurry.
Wow, almost two weeks here at the Oregon coast have flown by. It seems like we have been busy all day, every day.
Well sort of. On the left you can see the notch where the road went through the rocks. Big high cliffs here and lots of caves.
See the flying sandal? That is a round with Bruce. It was fun and different. Maybe a bit goofy but just what two people whose average age is 39 needed to do.
We made the long drive (35 miles) from Netarts Bay north up to Nehalem Bay State Park. This park is right on the ocean (a dune between the campground and the beach) and has 307 campsites, a large horse camp, a small airport and airport camping and many miles of ocean beach. Nehalem Bay is where the Nehalem River flows into the ocean. There is fresh water fishing in that part of the bay.
“Saturday morning. The sun is out. Off to the Farmer’s Market in Tillamook. It was about half farm stuff and the rest craft things. I got a nice wood block printed T-Shirt. I just don’t have enough of them. And corn and beans and tomatoes and blue berries and black berries and peaches, oh my! It was a whole block of near downtown Tillamook both sides of the street. There was music and ready to eat hot food too.
And a spectacular 1951 Dodge Power Wagon with front and rear engine driven winches. Very brutish looking.
And many single cylinder stationary gasoline engines. The box on the top with the hole in it held water for cooling. A governor would limit the speed by only allowing the engine to fire about once every 15 revolutions. As it started to slow down the governor would allow the intake valve to open and the engine would fire, “chug” and the the flywheel would keep spinning, and what ever it was hooked to kept working. Water pumps were very common. A gallon of gasoline would last almost two days of continuous use.
And a Minneapolis Moline tractor.
Netarts Bay is about 30 miles south of Nehalem Bay, down US 101. This is a very windy narrow road, lots of hills and some of the worst pavement, dips, bumps and uneven roadway that we have seen. I am glad that we aren’t going very far on it and at the same time sorry to see it in such tough shape.
One big room had many folks working on quilts and other projects. Lots of chatter too. One lady was spinning yarn. There were quilts on display, some for sale and drawers of things that had been collected over time. One drawer had items from one lady’s sewing basket from the late 1800s.
Cloudy and misty as you can see. These monster buildings we 192 feet tall, 296 ft wide and 1076 ft long. A modern day Nimitz class aircraft carrier would fit inside. During WWII they stored 7-9 blimps inside each hanger.
We stopped by Portland near my sister’s home at the Pheasant Ridge RV Resort in Wilsonville. It is a pretty nice place, a little tight but for an in-town RV place just fine.
Well I thought I should mention that Susan deserves great credit for her patience at St Anthony. There wasn’t too much to do there if you weren’t out riding on the dunes. She did go out a couple of times. The going straight up the dune when you couldn’t see over the top and the turning across the face of the dune when the Jeep was tilted (especially to her side) about 45° was not included in the definition of the sissy ride she wanted to go on.
Our campsite looked out over the river. The big green island in the middle is normally not seen. The river was about 30 ft below its normal high water mark.
Look closely at the vertical pilings that hold the docks in place. The top of the white part of the poles marks the normal high water level. It is very dry out here.
There was a lot of road construction. During one slow down we were following this truck with very shiny rear doors. Pretty interesting view of our coach.