We camped at my buddy's place between the apple orchard and the blackberry patch. Joe Laurance, a fine example of an outstanding American. Let me brag on Joe for a bit. This man was a log hauler for 30 years in Oregon. Prior to that, he was a successful young airport manager who decided that shirt and ties were not for him. So after a long career in the timber industry, "Turbo Joe" as he is known amongst his fellow drivers, (Joe could hall 3 loads a day to the mill, most struggled for 2). Joe lives on family property settled by his kin from North Carolina, running a good length of the Upper Umpqua River. His ancestors were some of the first hearty souls to discover this part of the country, they got there around 1843 on a wagon. Fruits and vegetables burst forth from the ground seemingly everywhere. Joe's wife has a enormous killer garden that she let us run through as we saw fit. Well, Joe does indeed live in a nirvana-like part of the country, rich with timber and the spotted owl. You see, the timber industry and that cute little bird don't exactly get along famously. So the timber industry was forced to it knees and logging severely dropped off. Joe, frustrated with his lack of support from his elected officials, did the unthinkable. He joined them. Joe got himself elected to the office of Douglas County Commissioner where he righted wrongs and reached a general consensus of the community. He retired after two terms and is now keeping company with his favorite cat, Stinky. Likely pinging squirrels and blue jays off the back porch of his big log home with a cigarette and a tall glass of cider right now. USA could use a few more Joe Laurance types thats for sure.
The Oregon coast is otherworldly.
Port Orford, a bit randy.
Cape Blanco Lighthouse. They have a Fresnel Lens which makes this light house pretty fancy.
The Southern Oregon coast is breathtaking with its otherworldly beauty. We beached it for a day or two. Sweetie had a breezy time. The nooks and crannys of this coast are endless.
we found cabana one. or two, or twelve.
And primo, did i say primo? camping. Like the best camping. look how happy the TW is,,,,
Grilled pizza. you have never. On the left we have goat cheese, local free pear, camp site picked marion berry, olive oil and on the right is camper made pesto, sausage, tomato. ya gotta eat, and ya gotta grill. That pizza was insane!
We have been camping in a black berry patch of some size for the past week and a half. They have been dropping of the vine into our buckets seemingly at will .So fresh black berries are an abundant staple right now.
beach days. thats the largest monolith of the coast of Oregon. fantastic place.
We are loving northern California. The lost coast, as they call it, is breathtaking. the massive, ancient trees, the wild, rocky coast, fresh ocean air, and near perfect weather have us spell bound. Free camping is tough if not impossible to find here so we can't stay as long as we wish. But we are soaking up the norcal coast as best and as quickly as possible. This part of the USA is phenomenal. This tree is probably north of 1500 years old. Some one else made the branch hashtag though. We aren't that clever.