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Thursday, October 1, 2009

Road Trip Day 15

Note: I don't know where I went astray with the day numbers. Today is definitely day 15 of the trip, but yesterday's post said day 12. It may have something to do with Throwback Thursday and Silent Sunday--or it may have to do with the fact that I don't know what day it is most of the time on this trip!

That being said, we left the city of Seattle and started South. We saw losts of forest land; lumbering looks to be a pretty big industry in Washington, and we saw areas of forest that had been clear-cut; in some areas, the new growth was already evident. There was some farm land, but LOTS of forest!

Eventually we caught sight of water; it was Willapa Bay, not the Pacific as I had hoped.

It is a really large bay, and the road followed along side it for quite a stretch.



Then we came to Ft. Columbia State Park, which had this memorial to the Columbia River explorers.
We crossed the Columbia River on a really long bridge; actually a series of two bridges; one was the Astoria Bridge and the other was the Youngs Bay Bridge, to reach the town of Warrenton.

When we crossed the bridge, we saw the Welcome to Oregon sign. I almost missed it.
We stopped in Warrenton for lunch at Doogers Seafood and Grill.

It was almost 2:00 pn and there were still quite a few cars there, so we figured the food must be pretty good.
Hubby had a salad with shrimp on top...poor guy was so hungry he had it half eaten before I thought to take a picture. I hurried with the pictures and as a result, they are not in perfect focus.

After his salad, he had sea scallops, baked potato, and garlic bread. (sorry about the poor quality of the picture.)
I had salmon fish and chips and cole slaw--keeping with my plan to sample the local specialties.

After lunch we got our first glimpse of the Pacific Ocean! I couldn't stop exclaiming at how beautiful it is!
I just snapped one photo after another--and they had losts of scenic turnouts, which made it nice for photo opportunities.


Every turn seemed to bring more glorious views: sandy beaches, rocky cliffs, white caps breaking....


and sometimes, a glimpse of the mountains in the background.

I loved the fluffy white clouds gently kissing the mountaintops. There was a boat off in the distance speeding toward a distant port.
This marker told a little history of the area; how Captain Robert Gray had sailed from Boston and had landed here at Tillamook Bay, mistakenly thinking he had reached the Columbia River.
As evening came nearer, patches of fog seemed to rise from the sea and envelop the beaches.

It was pretty and a little eerie....
Then we reached Newport, Oregon, where we decided to stop for the night. I can hardly wait for tomorrow; from here on in, the road is almost constantly within view of the ocean. We have seen Tsunami exit route signs, which is a llittle disturbing, given the international newscasts of late.

I found it disconcerting that in many places the shoulder of the road was no more than 2 and 1/2 feet wide, and there would be a deep ravine, with no guard rail. I wouldn't want to drive that highway in the fog, nor in freezing rain, but it was just beautiful today!

Tomorrow, we should be in California. If I don't make it back to Maine, you'll know I've been discovered and you can watch for me on the Silver Screen!



















11 comments:

Vodka Logic said...

The vacation is when you dont know what day it is.
Beautiful pictures and I am glad to know I am not the only one that takes picture of food.
xx

grandmamargie said...

Beautiful pictures and great narratives. Have fun. :)

Steven Anthony said...

I think it is awesome when your trip is so great u dont know what day it is;)

continued safe travels

ps. The pics, beautiful

the food, made me hungry..lol

lakeviewer said...

Yeah, you're all the way down to Newport, quite a trip. You'll probably pass Port Orford, where I live on your way to California. Be sure to have fish and chips at Crazy Norvegian's, best on the coast. What am I thinking? You should email me when you get down here.

Ekanthapadhikan said...

Losing track of days when on such a lovely trip is nothing new to me. I often go through that when I set out on my long bike rides which last for days. Before I know, I find me-self riding back home.

Your post make me feel very wistful that I couldn't be a part of this wonderful ride!

S.E. Sward said...

Loved the pics of the Pacific - fabulous! Very atmospheric, especially with the fogs and the monochromatic grays ... just lovely.

Jen said...

Oh, my, Eva... so picturesque. Georgous scenery. This whole trip is so enjoyable. Like I said before, your discrptions and the pictures, well makes me feel like I'm on the trip with you. I have to agree, the ocean water is beautiful.

Cathy said...

I just keep getting more and more jealous of this trip! Losing track of days must mean you are truly relaxed! Loved the pics, as usual!

Eva Gallant said...

Vodka: Someone had told me they wanted to see pictures of what we ate; I can't remember who, but I thought I'd throw on a shot or two, here and there.

Grandmamargie: thanks

Steve: I think either I'm just too tired at night to be sure of the day, or its the onset of Alzheimers!

Lakeview: sorry, I didn't see your messaage until we were checked into our hotel in Arcata. We did pass through Orford!

Ekan: If you lose track of the days at your age, then maybe it's not Alzheimers!

Cathy: glad you are enjoying the pics!

Seward: There is something about the gray that grabs the attention!

Jen: wish you were with us!

The Retired One said...

Those shots of the Pacific ocean were AWESOME. How gorgeous!!

dogimo said...

The dislocation of being on a long journey can take its toll. Displacement in time as well, not only in space. Shots of indistinguishably gray skies and endless rolling forests underscore the sense of being suspended in a transit bubble of motion through sameness - awaiting the breakthrough to an identifiable destination. Yet though distance covered and food consumed alike are blurred by time speeding by, the enormity of the Pacific can't help but break through! And with it, soon after - blue breaking through the gray skies.

Good post. Evocative.