In June the crew and I journey to the sea!
We leave our piney camp on Davis Lake and take Route 58 northwest toward Eugene, Oregon. About twenty miles before we reach Eugene, I turn the Perfect Tow Vehicle onto Winberry Drive which follows the course of Winberry Creek into Willamette National Forest.
A logging truck comes flying around a bend on the narrow, two-lane road, narrowly missing us.
Boondocks along this road are scarce — scarce as in “none.” At last we come upon a campsite by the creek!
This in rainforest. The crew and I explore the environment around our camp and are surprised to find a pink toilet!
The next morning we continue on our way to the ocean.
About thirty miles west of Eugene we settle into a pleasant campsite at verdant Whitaker Creek Campground.
After a few days, in an attempt to stay clear of weekenders, we move our camp deeper into the forest only to discover we’ve entered ” weekend party central.”
Even so, nature’s quiet beauty compensates for the cacophony of humans.
The campground loop is a tight circle and sites are short. We find an empty pull-through and set up a minimal camp.
Ahh! The Pacific Ocean at last!
The Perfect Tow Vehicle cruises along with the Best Little Trailer rolling behind. We stop at overlooks along the way.
This inexpensive, national forest campground serves as our base for excursions to the beach and for obtaining internet signal to publish posts for this blog.
“C’mon, crew! Let’s go to the beach!”
It’s a windy morning when we arrive at the day use area of Driftwood State Park.
“This is fun, isn’t it, Bridge!”
We hitch up and leave Blackberry Campground. Route 101 takes us to Newport, Lincoln City, Pacific City . . . .
After negotiating a curvy climb we arrive at Hebo Lake!
It’s a popular day use area for families picnicking and fishing. Three fishing platforms provide access for disabled folks. The sites are short. We’re fortunate to find one in which we fit!
The crew and I walk the trail around the lake and a man points out a bald eagle perched high above. One day Bridget, Reggie, and I hike part of the Pioneer Indian Trail through the dense forest. It’s magical.
It being June, the coast is crowded.
Rather than continue along the coast, I postpone that for another year during the off-season. We take the tortuously winding Route 22 east.
Our next camp is at Fisherman’s Bend Campground in the North Santiam River Recreation Area.
At Fishermen’s Bend Campground, the crew and I walk far from our campsite.
Fortunately a campground volunteer comes along and gives us a lift in his golf cart. Bridget cuddles up to the man, a lovestruck look in her eyes. Reggie is struck with fear that I might leave him with the man. I think Bridget wishes I would!
From Fishermen’s Bend Campground I drive further east on Route 22 to Detroit Lake. The lake is extremely low and unappealing. We keep going until we find a charming campground along the Breitenbush River.
We find a clear, cool pool in a mini-paradise!
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