Oregon Coast - part 4

As luck would have it, the Sunday before Memorial Day in Newport was miserable.  Windy, chilly, rainy, yucky.  Lots of the folks in the RV park hitched up and left, since Monday wasn't supposed to be much better.  And, of course, Monday was beautiful.

We stopped to talk with one of the marina employees who told us a guy had to be helicoptered out of the drink Sunday.  He was salmon fishing and his boat went down, not just capsized, down to the bottom.  He's lucky the Coast Guard could get to him quickly.

Since Monday was splendid, we walked down to the end of the South Beach jetty, dogs in tow.  Interesting things going on.  Scuba divers with spear guns, families, shore birds,fishermen, and other items too numerous to mention.  On the way back, Lola plopped herself down and refused to take one more step.  (In fairness to Lola, it was a long walk for little stumpy legs.)  After a few minutes she recovered and was ready to continue.

The Rogue Brewery is on the perimeter of the marina/rv park.  We had lunch there and were mystified by their selection of 38 different kinds of beer they brew.  They also have a distillery and make a dozen or so different liquors. The restaurant had the best clam chowder we've had all the way up the coast.

We took the dogs for one last long walk down to the fishing pier.  The seagulls perch on the railing of the pier and don't move until you are almost even with them.

We packed up Tuesday and prepared to leave Wednesday.  Of course, it was raining cats and dogs.  Mike got soaked.  When we got into the park at Portland, he was almost finished setting up and it started to rain again.  Soaked again.  Now the sun is shining.  He is beginning to feel picked on.

We had a great time driving the Pacific Coastal Scenic By-way.  I recommend it.  Perhaps one day we will do the other piece we missed, San Francisco south to Los Angeles.