Tourists and Crashes

Coming to you live from Florence Oregon.

Okay, not so much live. We've been touring and playing so there have been some delays in getting this posted up. Today is actually going to be a traveling day as we head off east to Coburg to see the motor home doctor and get a check up. Nothing wrong, just some minor tweeks and fixes before the 1 year warranty is out. Our goal is to have this rig in A-1 working condition before tackling the rockies and our hosting gig at altitude. In the meantime, we enjoy the old forest growth and a quiet, private parking spot at the South Jetty RV park. (Good grief, I'm sounding like a travelogue!)

Not all fun and games though. Yesterday was a total wake-up call when on our way to Coos Bay to check out a potential camp host job this fall, we observed the aftermath of what happens when a class A motorhome gets slightly off the road and into a soft shoulder. The victim, a beige Sunova whose driver made a valiant and ultimately successful stop without any obvious injuries and the rig still upright, straddling a ditch. The motorhome didn't fair as well having suffered a broken front spindle (axle?, whatever, the tire shouldn't point 90 degrees out) on the driver's side and some serious fiberglass damage all along the driver's side basement. No idea of the passenger side as it was flush into the hillside. What's the phrase; “There but for the grace of God go I”?

No idea what caused the accident but once in the soft, sandy shoulder there's not much else to do other than ride it out as best you can. You know the phrase, all seats and tray tables to remain in the upright and locked position until the vehicle comes to a complete stop.

Old Florence is a bit like Newport but without the heavy fisheries processing. The boat harbor is much smaller, and less commercial with a good mixing of sail and motor boats. The main street is filled with small shops tailored for the tourist and take up the older buildings making the three block walk a feast for the eyes as well as for the being with some nice restaurants thrown into the mix.

Since we're on the tail end of that rainy storm the breeze was more like a darn good wind whipping down the street combating the warm sun; encouraging stops at the fresh roaster coffee shops and unfortunately, avoidance of the decadent double bitter chocolate ice cream cones. (I did manage to get one before we left and oh my, imagine a double chocolate truffle fudge with bitter chocolate chips.)

We ended up in Florence for two reasons.

First was to try a place we haven't been to before and second is its proximity to what could be our November/December camp hosting gig near Coos Bay. I took a panorama shot of Sunset Bay which is just outside the main gate to the park. With the fog rolling in from the sea this place was simply mystical and I'm sure my lousy photography can not do it justice. If they'll let us, this will be where we roast a turkey this coming fall.

As I mentioned, today is a traveling day. We've offered to make a logistics run for a fellow RV'er whom we've followed since 2012. Nothing heard yet but it would sure be a treat to actually meed RV Sue and her canine crew.

Connections

We're back to being connected! Oh the primitive conditions we have had to live under for the past few days – you know, no snacks in the cupboards, regular home food instead of eating out and, dare I say it, NO CELL SERVICE!! That's right, no cell service which also meant no wifi. Such a hard life we had to endure especially considering we also had to cope with 3 solid days of rain, mist, drizzle and fog. To emphasize the problem,we had to actually plug in a DVD to watch a movie! Imagine our neighbors who had all that to deal with and no slide outs!

Isn't it odd how quickly we've become accustomed to having instant connectivity to bring us instant entertainment of the sort requiring no thought and very little participation. The first day we were a little antsy and found ourselves reaching for the remote or constantly checking the phones for even a glimmer of service. One point we did have some excitement when Chris' phone beeped leading us to believe we had service once again. No such luck, it was a reminder alarm so she could email her brother and wish him a happy birthday. Yea, right, IF we had cell service.

On the second day we resigned ourselves to the lack of service and believe it or not, read our books (no, mine did not have just pictures but thanks for asking). With rain drumming on the roof, some soft music playing in the background our day became one of quiet reflection and calm companionship. If you believe that I would sure like to ride on that good ship lollipop! I believe being trapped inside an 8ft by 30ft box with any other human could be considered grounds for justifiable homicide.

Fortunately, the third day of having no service was also a traveling day where we got to visit the grand city of Aurora Oregon. Okay, just a truck stop with a SpeedCo in Aurora but hey, the place did have wifi so we were able to call off the search parties, confirm our delivery options for this month's lottery check and answer all those queries from the U.N. on world peace. In other words, the world hadn't come to an end, clocks still turned and the bill collectors were still able to find us; just another day. Oh, and we did manage to get the oil changed.

Looking back the Thousand Trails Pacific City RV resort was just what the doctor ordered. We didn't worry about taking our phones with us and really it was more just touring the area and enjoying the sights.

Hay Stack Rock

We are now just outside of Florence Oregon where there is wifi, cell service and yep, even some sunshine. Tomorrow we're off to Coos Bay to check out a potential camp hosting gig for November/December. Its good to be connected!

Exploring

I can't believe four days have slipped by since our last posting. I think we have a good alibi as we've managed to explore the area around the RV park, visited Mount St. Helens and conducted several unscientific fish population surveys. My UV absorption shielding tests proved to be very satisfactory with only minor 'pinking' noted. See, lots to do. Chris says I was just being lazy sitting in a chair by the pond, fishing pole in hand. She completely missed the survey and tests I was conducting.

Probably the biggest thing for us was the visit to Mount St. Helens. Hard to believe the volcano erupted 35 years ago. The Silver Lake Visitor Center was only about 40 minutes from the RV park and is located about 5 miles from I-5. My opinion is this visitor center is tailored for the tourist who, for one reason or another doesn't desire or cannot make the additional 100 mile round trip out to the Johnston Ridge Observatory. The facilities are top notch with ample parking including RV's, though its a tight fit for longer rigs.

Inside the center offers exhibits on the eruption of 1980, walk through dioramas, model volcanoes, a movie and of course, the obligatory gift shop. Outside there is a wetland boardwalk trail and on the day we visited we could see the volcano in the distance through a light smokey haze. Since most of the inside stuff was fee based

($5 each) we opted to pass and head on up the road. The volunteers at the kiosk were outstanding; pointing out some of the good way points and which stops we definitely would enjoy. There are a couple of hosting gigs in the area and we will be investigating them for future opportunities.

Our next stop was the Forest Learning Center, some 30 miles up the road. Unlike the other centers this facility is run by Weyerhaeuser and concentrates more on the timber and how the company remained productive despite a little setback such as a mountain blowing the top off itself. Some really good displays, some short movies and of course, another gift shop. The center is free to the public – well almost free, there is a bit of propaganda. What was telling point of this center however was the view. Located high atop a bluff overlooking the north fork of the Toutle river there are meadows and flat lands below; ideal grazing land for the countless elk that have returned to the area.

Some 50 miles from the first visitor center is the Johnston Ridge Observatory where visitors can view the lava dome, the glacier that is growing and get educated on how the landscape was so drastically changed. You will need a Monument Pass or a Recreation Pass to see it all and they can be purchased on site. When we arrived there were four school buses of students just unloading; adding to the surprisingly large crowd of people already there. Since it was noon and we had no desire to battle the crowds or listen to that many students at one time, we opted to head back down the road about a ¼ of a mile to a viewpoint we spotted on the way up.

Here we had unobstructed views of the mountain, the valleys and surrounding areas while sharing it with only three other couples. We picnicked, took pictures and swapped stories of where we were when St. Helens blew.

One thing struck me while writing this entry and Chris agrees so I'm pretty sure we didn't imagine it. No matter where we were, from the first visitor center to the last, everyone there seemed to speak in lowered, hushed voices. Even the students seemed less boisterous, more disciplined.

35 years ago, Mount St. Helens had something to say and I guess we're still listening, even for the whispers.