Our internal clocks are screwed up.
Since I don’t use an alarm clock and hope to never do so again, I rely on the sun to wake me up. I always raise the blind above our bed about five inches every night to allow nature’s alarm clock to wake us. This gets us up around 7:30 or 8:00. Perfect.
In Oregon we sleep until 9:30!
And even then, Spike moans and groans about getting up. The tall trees block out the morning sun. Nevertheless, today we manage to be on the road by ten, leaving the Best Little Trailer behind at Sutton Campground.
Northward we go, not stopping at the “waysides” which are on the left side of the road. Of course they’re on the left! You’re going to drive north along the Pacific coast and have the waysides on the righthand side? Writing Rule Number 371: Do not insult the intelligence of the reader. Anyway.
Enough with the little cat feet already!
We plow through the fog all the way to Newport. I turn us around and we head south. We visit South Beach, Ona Beach, Seal Rock, Driftwood Beach, and recross the Alsea Bay Bridge at Waldport. At one of the beaches, I ask a couple to take a photo of me and the crew.
I drive into Tillicum Beach Campground which has beachside campsites, all full, of course. We pass through Yachats with it’s brightly painted shops and restaurants. Cape Perpetua and Cooks Chasm are highlights of our tour.
The three of us walk the curving pathway down to the rocks.
Well, two walk and one rides! We find a bench to watch the waves. They’re a lot bigger today than I’ve seen them so far (the waves, not the benches). I lift Bridget out of her stroller, and the crew settles under the bench. I watch the waves roll up the chasm and slam into the rocks causing an ocean geyser reaching about fifteen feet in the air. This occurs about every three minutes or so. Very entertaining.
By the time we get back to the campground, it’s around 4:30.
You know how an abundance of exercise and fresh air can make you sleepy? Fresh sea air really knocks us out. Bridget, Spike and I crash on the bed and fall into a deep sleep. As evening comes, the air turns damp and cold. I notice while walking (and pushing) the crew around the campground for their nightly walk (push) that the branches of the trees, the ferns, and variety of thick vegetation hang low, dripping with moisture.
The burner on the stove that heats up supper also takes the chill out of the Best Little Trailer. Tomorrow we will break camp and move further south along the coast.