The 4th of July 2013 for us was in Florence, Oregon... or... at least that's where it started and ended.
We dawdled around the rig, parked at the
Three Rivers Casino for too long and let the wind catch up with us. Though the day had started off clear sky and calm, and the clear sky remained... the calm blew away.
Mid morning we climbed on Sonja... the Raider... and headed north along the PCH from Florence, buffeted by a stiff Ocean breeze. :)
North of town a ways are the
Sea Lion caves. We dropped the coin a few years back and took the elevator down in to see the place. It was ok... maybe do it again some day... today... I just rolled on by to pull in just a short way further north at the view point for the Haceda Head Lighthouse.
We'd stopped here in the truck, one stormy morning, on a trip a few years back to try and photograph what's claimed to be the most photographed lighthouse in Oregon...
That day it was raining, foggy, and the surf was huge... Over the sound of the crashing surf I could hear this sound that... sounded like barking... but couldn't for a bit figure out where it was coming from...
I finally realized that the beach, there on the right... was an odd color...
It was Covered... by Sea Lions... making it a rich, brown color... Covered, nose to flipper, shoulder to shoulder, with Sea Lions. Hundreds, thousands even.
There were rafts of 'em, 20 and 30 in a bunch going out to hunt and coming in to rest on their "haul out" beach. In the rain and wind that day I failed to capture any photograph... except the one in my head. Altogether is was Pretty awesome.
On farther north on our run toward Newport, we found another wide spot to pull off and walk...
A grassy trail led down to the beach below a small river that dumped into the sea at this spot just a few miles below Yachats.
The beach itself is narrow, and pretty rocky in spots...
... a few small tide pools are hidden in the rocks...
More of those "Rock Pilers" we followed in Arizona and Utah... have visited the Oregon coast...
Couldn't go too far up the beach though... a short convo with a guy playing with his dog on the windy beach used up the time I had available... (that's shorthand for ~ I BADLY needed a lil' boys room!)
... it's a cold wind... morning coffee thing...
So, we walked back to the bike and continued on up the PCH to the Fishing Port of Newport.
Parked Sonja backed into the curb... and strolled non-nonchalantly down the street... trying
desperately to NOT look like an old guy with something in his boot.... while I stood in line for the Grandmother and her 18 or 20 year old granddaughter??? to come out of the "one holer" public restroom after an 8 or 10 minute get-together... :-/
Then... it was find a nice lil' cafe along the bay for lunch... and make the run back to Florence in time to find up close parking for the riverside 4th of July fireworks display the Siuslaw Fire Dept put on in the Florence Marina.
All in all a real nice hundred+ mile 4th of July along the Pacific Coast Highway (
U.S. Hwy 101)
Grab Your Handles and Ride
Brian
