We have concluded our 28-day stay in beautiful Oregon and are moving south toward Napa and the San Francisco Bay Area.
We always have a great time in Oregon. It’s so green, and the coastal views are outstanding. Here are a few shots from Oceanside RV Resort in Charleston:
Here’s a rock surfaced in mussels:
Here’s Booger standing watch on the sea:
Our friends, the Quinns, spent a couple of weeks with us in Charleston. Here is Peggy teaching the dogs how to beg:
Here’s Dan trying to catch a hummingbird in a mini-feeder:
Oregon is a weird place, in some respects. Here’s a VW bus that some hippy decorated in glass tile, probably while under the influence of the Jim Belushi Estate Blend:
We ALMOST got out of Oregon without having to go to a vet. However, Booger got overheated (in a blanket), vomited, and aspirated some of her own puke. So, we had to pay the local vet $760 to lavage Booger’s nasal cavities under sedation. Bummer!
She’s better now.
Our last stop in Oregon was in the community of Rogue River; what a beautiful place!
The Bridgeview RV Park is small but very beautiful: the 80’ish lady manager is a delight, and she puts a lot of love into the park, which resembles a nursery. Lots of mature trees, gardens, and the Rogue River rushing by. Nice. We will definitely come back.
The park is just downstream from a bridge that was built to withstand a nuclear holocaust. It seems totally overbuilt for a bridge that only spans a 150′ wide stream. Prediction: when the world is totally devastated at the End of Days, this bridge will be the only thing left standing!
We took the dogs into town (across the bridge) to mail some stuff at the Post Office. It was a longer trip, on foot, in the heat, than we had anticipated. It practically killed Booger, who got overheated and we had to carry part of the way. When we got back to the RV park, she detoured and jumped into this creek to cool off.
Along the way, we passed a little hut where schoolchildren huddle while awaiting the school bus in a rainstorm. We used to have these in the Santa Cruz Mountains when I was young.
We left Oregon yesterday, heading south toward Red Bluff, California. You know you’re headed in the right direction when you see the majestic Mount Shasta volcano, 14,000 feet tall, filling up your windshield. What a sight!
We plan to return to Oregon next year if everything works out. I’ve already made out a tentative schedule (see below):
“Been there, done that”, says Booger.
P.S. Our home-building project in Mesquite, Nevada is moving along. Here’s a shot of the framing going up:
Now all we have to do is sell our Bear Creek home!