It's never the moving forward that's the hardest thing on a long journey. It's the leaving behind.
Tuesday August 5th at 12:30 The fearless fuzzybutts and their kilted mate crossed the stateline into California alongside a dozen or so lovely companions. The folks of Brookings OR really rallied together and gave us the perfect send off (or they were anxious to kick our fuzzybutts into the next state).
We were greeted by this sign at the Blue Coast Hotel and Zoe, the concierge was most gracious to us during our stay. The warm welcome and generosity of the folks from Brookings couldn't have exemplified our Oregon experience better.
From L to R: jan (dog less), Tracey & Greg (with canyon, willy & red) Marlene, & carol with Oso. Not present in the photo are Donna, the mastermind behind team Brookings, Arliss the chamber of commerce head who helped out a ton, and Suzy Q. Can't thank team Brookings enough for making our last stretch in Oregon so special.
We found this garden of Eden, smallish white flowered meadow just large enough to accommodate our tent above the cape Sebastian beach. One of the most magical places we've tented out here and it's significant in that it's the closest we've camped to the water for a few reasons. High water mark isn't easy to discern and even if I could the tides are semi-diurnal meaning 2 high and low tides per day. Plus with the mountains most of the coast has been either too far down or outland.
There's a saying that's taken me awhile to learn, 'Don't turn your back on the pacific.'
Mountain mists and fog banks are a daily occurrence here. High temps from the valley east of the coastal mountains pull cooling air off the Pacific Ocean. Though they consume the coastline and make visibility limited on the coastal highway, they keep the mornings and late afternoons cool.
Previous three photos were taken at cape Sebastian beach. We've seen so much native beauty in Oregon but this place will always hold a special place in our hearts.
Indiana provides quite the comic relief. His quirky sometimes quixotic character cracks me up.
Port Orford - the battle rock. What a stunning vista in one of the smallest coastal towns we've been in.
So many more photos and videos from the Oregon coast but one common problem had plagued us throughout - cell phone service. It's so bad I had to get a verizon go phone in case of emergencies. I hear it's better in northern CA but around the bend is miles and miles or redwood forest and we take it one mile at a time.
But before we move on I want to thank the people who made Oregon so memorable and historic (in no specific order other than on the top of YBD's head): Cathy the Pyrenees queen, Cathy from Portland who took us to the rose garden; Maria & Chris who helped me rescue the damn dove; Rob & Cindy - never got to use your card rob even tho I hoped to pull it out & say something cool like, 'call this man'; sandy & Anna - thnx for the spacious fenced in lot for us to plop at night and your kind and generous spirits, Vince & Diane - the little green man hopes to see you again on our trek; Candy & the grandkids from the 'Boo'; Kim, Red & Carlie from Florence; heather from the Florence animal shelter, Laura from FOCCAS in coos bay, the animal shelter in gold beach; Maryanne & Greg who looked after Hudson in gold beach; Jenny who took us to breakfast at a Toyota dealership - that was strange but good; & grandma carol who cried when she had to return Hudson to the road.
Though the list not complete and for that I apologize our lives are richer and fuller having crossed paths with you in Oregon. And though we must move on, you'll always be in our thoughts.
YBDs notes: orygun (sic)