On Sunday, in the dark of the early morning in an attempt to outwit the Los Angeles traffic, I will launch with my faithful companion, La Coachasita, up El Camino Real (now U.S. 101) for the Redwoods of Humboldt County and the Oregon Coast.
The first stop will be the much visited Morro Bay, one of my favorite places in all these years of running north. The trip to southern Oregon, for a variety of reasons not worth enumerating here, will be swift. After an afternoon and night in Morro, we will hit the road in the hopes of clearing San Francisco and Santa Rosa before stopping somewhere along the way. Then it will be on to Brookings Oregon and Harris Beach State Park, one of my favorites. The ten day forecast for the Oregon Coast is clear and mild and that alone would make the swiftness of the journey worth grinding out all those miles for two days. Once there, the trip will be become leisurely. How far north I go and how long I stay will depend entirely on the weather. If it gets wet on the coast I will go inland as I go north.
I have not even fooled myself with an itinerary this trip. I know the area well and have a rough idea what I want to see—fishing at Coos Bay, cheese factories just south of Portland, an aviation museum somewhere in between I have meant to stop there for several years. Perhaps I will make it as far as the Olympia peninsula and then a Mission or two that remain that the Spanish built along the route thorough California on the return trip.
As ever, it is a trip with endless possibilities, this one with no fixed agenda or time. I will be home by Thanksgiving unless I get a better offer, but expect I will start back when DST ends. It can get cold and dark early after November 1st I know, so we will see what happens along the way.
As always, should you come along, I will try to give you a flavor of the trip. It will be good to be on the road again looking for those things I may have missed or want to see again. It is a road I often travel, but I am certain there is still more to see. This is what we call the “shoulder season” for campers. The crowds of summer are gone. The zealous are out looking for a good hiking place or birds to watch. This is also the time when the “snow birds” begin to stir and move out of their summer lair headed for winter quarters. They are interesting, some of these restless ones. There will too, be a few working a bit as I will, and moving along as the weather and the mood may dictate. All in all, interesting folks. The characters will be there and I will try to tell you their stories.
I am glad to be back on the road and hope you are too. We’ll have an adventure. We always do.