Thursday, June 11 (continued)
Not surprisingly, before the Perfect Tow Vehicle has hauled the Best Little Trailer a mile, Bridget and Reggie are asleep — Reggie flopped on his side in his bed between the front seats and Bridget sprawled like a great white seal across the bench seat.
This crew is off-duty! I won’t stop at any more waysides. Let them sleep. Gosh, what a fun morning!
I enjoy the scenery and the towns along the way. Newport . . . Depoe Bay . . . Lincoln City . . . Before reaching Pacific City, Highway 101 turns northeast along the Nestucci River to the town of Hebo.
We’re on our way to Hebo Lake Campground.
The campground is east of Hebo and is described as follows at campgroundsoregon.com:
“This small, family campground has 12 campsites, a pleasant 1/2 mile lake trail (Hebo Lake Loop Trail) and 5 accessible fishing docks around the popular 3 acre lake. At an elevation of 1650 feet, the surrounding forest of western hemlock, Douglas-fir and red alder make the area quite enjoyable on a hot summer day.”
Hmm . . . Will the sites be long enough? It’s a small campground. Will there be a site available for us? How’s the road going up to the campground?
We turn onto Route 22 and a short distance later arrive at Route 14, otherwise known as Mt. Hebo Road. Oh, wow! How fortuitous is this? A forest service office!
I drive past the turn onto Route 14 and pull into the forest service parking area.
Soon I’m back in the PTV with the assurance that the road is good, although winding, and we shouldn’t have any problem securing a site suitable for our 34 feet length of PTV and BLT combined.
Yes, it is a very winding road.
There are no straight sections at all and although the campground isn’t at a high elevation at less than 2,000 feet, it’s a constant pull uphill through forest. Not a problem for the mighty PTV!
I back us into a site next to a large lawn.
The site has a picnic table and fire ring (to the far left outside of photo above.) It’s the sunniest site long enough for us, which, I find out, has the solar panel in sun for about three hours a day. Hey, this is Oregon!
After basic set-up, the crew and I wander around for a look-see.
We walk a path that goes around the lake.
No running to the beach from here though. It’s too much work coming up that winding road. That’s okay. The beach will wait.
We can walk part of that eight-mile, Pioneer-Indian Trail. I can read. Up here we should have good internet and I have blog writing to do.
Back at our campsite I pull a check from my purse and we head over to the self-pay station. The regular camping fee is $12. Since this is a national forest campground, the senior discount pass brings our fee down to $6 a day.
“Are we happy campers?”
Bridget and Reggie give their enthusiastic replies. Their body language says they’re excited to be here.
“You must be hungry after all you’ve done today. No rotisserie chicken but I have a bag of kibble with your names on it.”
The great thing about dogs is it doesn’t matter what you say as long as you say it with gusto in a positive tone, and they think you’ve shared wonderful news!
The crew settles in for a long night’s sleep, still recuperating from the outing to the beach. I lie in bed, content with our new home, and listen to the chirping of frogs and crickets until I join my crew in dreamland.
NOTE: I cut today’s post short in order for the crew and I to move camp after spending the weekend at Hebo Lake. (I’m writing this on Monday.) I don’t know where we will camp tonight nor whether there will be internet signal. If not, carry on without us!
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