Category: Venturing Out and About

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Fort Flagler and Mystery Bay

After a leisurely morning, we drove over toward Indian Island and then onto Morrowstone Island and Fort Flagler.    On the way we spotted a large government facility that turned out to be the Naval Weapons Arsenal.   There were miles of tall chain-link fence topped with Constantino wire.   Not long after that we drove by signs for Mystery Bay and thought we should check that out on the way back.

First thing we saw upon entering the park were deer eating their way across a small field.  Then we found a great little beach with a large quantity of driftwood.

After wandering on the beach for a bit and spotting a few shells and smooth pebbles, we headed toward one of the old battery’s.   This has been the first battery that actually had artillery pieces on their mounts.   They were small 3″ guns.    There were quite a few other battery’s on that point, but none of the others had their guns mounted.

Afterward we drove over to the other side of the fort, and while doing so, passed a very large concrete bunker system that was probably where the generals would hide during a battle.   It was buried deep in the woods away from the water.    Once we reached the other side, there was a very nice campground and another beach with lots of kids playing.   From there you could see Port Townsend across the water and a huge crane apparatus over on Indian island apparently for loading the Navy ships with ammunition.

On the way out, we turned down the road to Mystery Bay.   I saw nothing indicating why it was called that, but it was a nice county park that had a long dock for tying up your boat.   The signs stated you can tie up there for up to 3 days.   Now that’s pretty cool.  There was even a picnic table on the floating dock.   I cannot ever remember seeing a picnic table on a boat dock,  to bad we didn’t bring a picnic basket.

On the ride back we spotted a Mexican restaurant and looked it up on Google.  Had high ratings from hundreds of reviews.   We were very glad we stopped by for dinner.  It was really good Mexican food!

 

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A visit to Port Townsend

Nice small town where the Strait of Juan de Fuca and the Puget Sound meet.  We drove the 12 or so miles from our campsite to the tip of the peninsula driving thru Fort Worden so we could check out the Pt. Wilson Lighthouse.   It wasn’t open to the public, but we were able to walk right up to it and around the property to snap some pics.

It looked like it was in a lot better shape in the pictures that Google brings up when searching, so they must be fairly old now.    It’s located on a pretty spot on the point that separates the Strait of Juan de Fuca from the Puget Sound.

While we walked around, a fairly large ship rounded the corner and, in what seemed like just a minute or two, was barely visible in the distance down the Sound.   After we had taken too many pictures, we headed back toward the town.

While traversing this large hill between the fort and the town, we came upon a beautiful home overlooking the Sound with a really whimsical low brick wall snaking its way between the trees and the road.   We had to turn around and go back to look at it.   The home itself was a slightly modern take on a craftsman home with the great woodwork and amazing leaded windows, but that fence was like nothing I had ever seen.    I thought I could live there with the great view and high up off the water.   It was for sale; but when we looked it up on Zillow, they are asking 2.5 million…   Not sure our house in SD would qualify as the 20% down for it, so we moved on.

A few minutes later we were in downtown Port Townsend.   We found a place to park across from a waterfront park where we decided to have our picnic lunch.   No picnic benches were to be found, so we ended up sitting on a bench that was on a pier over the water.  Not bad but a table would have been a bit nicer.   We watched all the boats go by and also the large vehicle ferry coming back from Whidbey Island then a little bit later head back.

After lunch we headed down the main street to look at all the Victorian era architecture with Kathy looking inside all the buildings for their wares.   The buildings where great, and some of the old advertising was just visible enough on the side walls to tell what was being sold back in the day.   I also found the fireman’s bell tower while walking down one of the side streets.

We stumbled across a Victoria Era Steampunk shop.   That was a trip to see all the cool stuff.      They even had a lot of wooden ships’ mastheads that I couldn’t tell if they were old or just recreations.  They were great though.

We sauntered over to the ferry landing to pick up a schedule and check out the workings for our next journey to Seattle via a different ferry on Bainbridge Island.    But that’s for another post.

We left the ferry landing and walked up the other side of the street in the direction of the car.   Lots of pubs and shops along the way.   We did find another waterfront park with picnic tables, but the park at the north end of the town was much nicer and much more wide open, not just a vacant lot between two buildings like this one.

As we got closer to the car, we found an ice cream shop, and while Kathy was inside getting our order, I snapped this picture of a building I wouldn’t want to be in when the big quake hits here in the not to distant future.   It’s still hard for me to imagine they only found the Cascadia Fault in the late 90’s and are just barely telling folks about the overdue 9.0 quake on the Oregon and Washington coastal areas.    They have put up a lot of Tsunami Evacuation Route signs here in Washington.   On the coast of Oregon, there were lots of entering and leaving Tsunami zones, but the Evac route signs were few and far between.    The powers that be probably think it would hurt tourism and/or population centers for folks to start seriously thinking about that.

The sun went behind the clouds as we were heading north, and I wished I had brought my windbreaker with me.   Sort of got a bit chilly on this July afternoon.   We found the car and drove back to the campground to plan a trip for tomorrow.

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Heading over the huge bridge to Long Beach “Island”

We set out on Thursday morning for points north of Astoria, basically on the other side of the Columbia via that huge bridge on the edge of town.   It’s an odd setup, the bottom of the bridge is probably 300′ above the roadway below it.  The approach to the bridge is this big steep circular loop, like nothing I have experienced before.  The funny part, as we were climbing this circular roadway that reminds me of the mousetrap game when I was a kid, there was a 55 MPH sign.   It was so steep and curved, 55 seemed ludicrous!   We finally made it to the entrance of the bridge and went up and over this mighty structure, then steeply down the other side to a 4-mile-long causeway maybe 10′ above the water the rest of the way till you got near the other shore where there was another 3-truss bridge section, but that one was only 50′ or so above the water line.

We then headed up the 101 toward Long Beach and parts north.   I had expected lots of views along the way, but that proved to be incorrect as it was like driving thru a heavily wooded forest all the way to the northern tip.   Once there we realized we needed a Washington State Discover Pass and we didn’t own one nor did we know how to obtain one.   So instead of finding a place to eat a picnic lunch, we turned around and headed for the ocean hoping to find a spot.  We did find an ornate gate in a very secluded area on the way into the park and took a picture on the way out.   We also found another gate later, and I assume it may be the other side, based on where we were.

What we found was the oddest area I had ever seen near Oysterville.   Miles and miles of small bungalows with many undeveloped lots in between them housing trailers and motor homes on them with folks camping on them.    It’s like you buy property there to summer vacation in your RV; and then when you save enough money, you build a home on that same property.

We never found a place to pull over for a picnic and ended up in a small town named Ocean Park (sans any park)  and pulled into a parking lot to eat a late lunch.  Afterward we headed south to Long Beach.  All along the way we saw more of the bungalows and small lots with RV’s on them.  There is always something odd on our adventures.  We looked over and a guy was riding a bike and had his golf clubs on a hand cart hooked to the back of his bike.  Ingenuity at its best!

We arrived in Long Beach and found an ice cream shop, parked, went inside and found approximately 50 people in line for a cone.   We walked out and down a long road out toward the beach with the sign about the longest beach in the world.   It was a really long walk out to the end and a bit cool heading out there.  There were also a lot of port-a-cans lined up out there, probably still there from the 4th of July.  The sand goes way out and people drive their cars out there and park!

We found a sign listing all the shipwrecks off the beach and there were lots of them, about 200!!    We walked back toward the town thinking about that ice cream again; but when we got back, I decided to walk along the main tourist street.  Zillions of little shops, Fun Land, and restaurants on both sides of the street.    We did the whole stretch and back and hoped when we got back to the ice cream shop, the line would be shorter.    We got there, and the line was longer.   No ice cream for us today!

We proceeded to head further south to find the Cape Disappointment Lighthouse.   We found the parking area, and again there were all the signs about not parking there without your pass displayed; so we headed out to find the other lighthouse that’s not far from it.   We found that one and there was a kiosk to buy the pass there.   But of course the kiosk was broken.    We decided to park there anyway, and a bunch of the other folks there said they didn’t have a pass either, so we winged it and walked out the trail to find the North Head Lighthouse.

It wasn’t very far, with a gorgeous view along the way there.   We took a few pics and headed back to the car as it was getting late in the day.   We drove out of the park and found the 101 to head back over the huge bridge and to the RV park.    Along the way I noticed a Mexican restaurant very close to the campground.    When we got back, I suggested Mexican for dinner.    That was a hit and I drove back for take-out.

A long day that ended with a pretty decent Mexican dinner!

 

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Astoria, Oregon

After arriving at the Lewis & Clark Golf & RV Park, we settled in.  This park also got kudos from Kathy,  everything was shiny and meticulously kept up.    I even saw one of the ladies from the office cleaning one of the registration parking signs along their driveway.   I had read they might be the Dog Nazis here and the review was probably correct.   They really take pride in their facility so they have a lot of rules.

Our campsite is a pull-in spot overlooking a river and on the other side the golf course.   There is a wide mowed grass area between us and the river.    Quite a picturesque place to camp, and they clearly understood what RV’s need:  the hookups were correctly placed to point the coach at the pretty view.   Most places we’ve stayed do not appear to understand that concept.

 

 

I checked and our elevation is only 7′ above sea level, so we are keeping our fingers crossed that the Cascadia Fault won’t let go while we are camped here.   I should probably look for the Tsunami evac signs today so I know which way to run if it does!!  🙂

We drove into town the next morning looking for the riverfront trolley, but we passed it and couldn’t go back due to a large traffic jam in that direction.   We decided to head up to the Astoria Column that we could see from the riverfront on a large hilltop.   They have some incredibly steep roads here.  We heard they were the steepest roads in the country except for Lombard Street in SF,  except these roads go straight up the hill and not switch-backs like Lombard is.    I saw one bicyclist going down the hill, and he must have been going 70 mph and wasn’t even close to being half way down yet.   That must have been a wild ride!   Hopefully his bike had the disk brakes some have.    The type on my bike wouldn’t make a dent on that speed when he needs to stop.

 

We arrived at the top of the hill and it was a spectacular view from up there.    You could see down to the town,  across the river and all the way to the ocean.   You could also see a very large river on the south side of the hill that joins the Columbia at the west end of town.   I wanted to climb the tower but thought better of it when I remembered my knee is not fully healed from the MCL sprain last fall, so I just took pictures of it.

There were 164 steps to get to the top!!  I thought it was neat that the little gift shop up there would sell you a balsa wood glider for $1 so you could write your name on it and sail it off the top of the tower.   The kids really seemed to love that.   You could hear them exclaiming from the top of the tower, which was about 160′ above us.

I was thinking that hilltop would be a perfect place to watch the fireworks tomorrow night,  but the last mile or so of the road getting to the top was very narrow and steep.   Probably impossible to get near there to watch the show tomorrow night.

After wandering around and enjoying an ice cream while looking at the view, we headed back down toward the riverfront to find the trolley.  The traffic jam was gone and we drove to what Google Maps told us was the place.   It was not.  It turned out to be where the trolley is stored.  So we headed off alongside the tracks to find a stop.

 

We found the westernmost stop and parked to wait for it.   It eventually got there and it was packed like a sardine can.   No one got off.  The conductor said they were heading back to the barn to change shifts and would be right back and there should be empty seats by then.   That made no sense to me as there wasn’t another stop between here and the barn and there were no cars near that barn.

They came back a few minutes later, and as I suspected, it was still filled to capacity.    The really funny part was the sign that said you should board at the rear.   The trolley was on a single track and they switched directions; so when they originally pulled up, the rear was the eastern end, and when they came back from the barn, the rear was the western end.  Maybe you just had to be there…

We got back into our car and headed eastward toward the center of the town.    As we were attempting to keep near the riverfront tracks, it dawned on me that someone mentioned its eastern terminus was at the Safeway store.   We drove there and parked then walked over to the riverfront.   About 10 minutes later, the trolley arrived and lots of folks got off.  There was now plenty of room to board.   It’s a one-hour round trip ride for a buck.  ($1)  It travels right along the riverfront the whole way.  Some of the time you are actually over the river on the boardwalk.

They provide a bit of history of the area and about all the old buildings you can see from the trolley.  They also give you a bit of trivia, like where lots of movies where shot, pointing out the places and scenes from Goonies,  Kindergarten Cop,  Free Willy, and others I had never heard of.

This trolley is electrically driven and is powered by a large diesel generator mounted on a track dolly and pulled or pushed along.   There was no way to turn the trolley around, so the motorman moved from one end to the other at each terminus.    They said that was much cheaper than building an electrical overhead system that the trolley originally used.      That reminded me that I had thought of building a small trailer with a generator to pull behind my Nissan Leaf to give it long-range capability.  🙂

The seats on the trolley had a unique feature.  Since you would want to face forward, when you got to the end of the line, everybody had to stand up and the back of your bench seat swung front to back to shift the direction you were sitting in.   We have never seen anything like that!!!

It was an enjoyable ride, but at the end you are pretty happy to get off.   It’s  a pretty bumpy, jostling ride on 100-year-old wooden seats that you will remember.   Dogs were allowed on the trolley, but Dusty was pretty scared with all the bells and clanging and air purges when the brakes were applied.  Poor thing hunkered down for most of the ride, but he behaved himself.    🙁

 

 

 

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Fort Stevens

Our drive to Fort Stevens was nice  and uneventful, which are the best drives.  We stopped for fuel in Astoria as the price of diesel was a very low $3.35.    In Oregon they pump the fuel for you, so I got to talking to the attendant and asked him about the cruise ships stopping here.   He told me they only come in the beginning of the summer and at the end of summer, making me think it’s only during a repositioning cruise for the beginning and ending of the Alaska season.

We arrived at Fort Stevens State Park around check-in time Saturday afternoon.    To my delight the signs were clear and led you directly to the registration parking.  (Pretty much a first)   We got checked in and headed further into the park to find Loop D,  Site 128.   As we drove toward the center of the park, you could see this place was well maintained and a gorgeous place to camp.

We found our site easily and backed into the fully paved spot for the RV.   There was 50amp and water, but no sewer hookup.  As we were only there for a couple of days, I wouldn’t have hooked the sewer up anyway, preferring to have it at least 2/3 full prior to dumping.   We deployed the coach and then took a walk around a couple of the loops near us.   There were a lot of Airstreams,  just arriving from the Salem rally was my guess.  There were even a few Airstream motorhomes.   I had to take a picture of one that was polished so highly it looked like it was made of chrome instead of aluminum.

I wonder if all the Oregon State parks are similar to this place?    If so, I really wonder what California spends all its tax dollars on?  It isn’t its state parks.    Oh, and Oregon has no sales tax, although every receipt has that line item with Tax 0.00 on it.   I wonder if they are planning to change that in the future or is it just there to remind you there is no tax…

While we staying in the park, we headed out to lands end where the Columbia River meets the Pacific Ocean in the park.  There was a fairly rickety platform held up by four logs and some lam beams that appeared to be “delaminating” out in this harsh weather.   This spit of land is just across from Cape Disappointment on the Washington side of the river.

 

 

 

After the river mouth, we drove out to the wreck of the Peter Irldale on one of the beaches near the river mouth.   I was surprised that you can drive on all the beaches here.    What was left of the wreak was just bits of its skeleton.   After seeing it I was shocked this thing had run aground in 1909, a hundred and nine years ago.   That steel left must have been really thick to last this long.

On Monday afternoon we headed the 9 miles to our next campground.  🙂

Shortest trip ever!!!

 

 

 

 

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Exploring the Columbia River Gorge

Thursday morning I was able to make a couple reservations for this coming weekend and next week, which includes July 4th on Wednesday.   First for Saturday and Sunday nights we scored a spot at Fort Stevens State Park west of Astoria right on the Pacific Ocean and the Columbia River.   With that reservation in hand, I was able to get the place I originally wanted to stay, just south of Astoria for Monday thru Friday, the week of July 4th.

With that housekeeping done, we headed out to explore the gorge.   First we headed down the hill and then east on the Washington side of the river, soon we spotted the Bonneville Dam.   We drove to the entrance for the visitor center and were stopped at the gate so the guard could check out what was inside the car and trunk, presumably looking for a bomb or some other terrorist things most retired folks from California drive around with.

He let us pass as we had nothing of interest.    Unfortunately when we arrived we were not close time wise to their twice a day dam tours, so we decided to go look at the fish ladders.   I had never seen one of those before so I figured it would be interesting.   We walked thru a lot of chain link gates to get into that space, and it was fascinating to see the insides of the large concrete spillways.   I assumed it would just be steps from the top to the bottom, but it was much more than that, all sorts of chicanes and other concrete shapes to make the water turn back on itself like a small whirlpool.   Those must have caused a harrowing ride for the fish going both ways.

We also went downstairs in the fish viewing building to look thru the big glass windows into the ladders to watch the fish swim against the very strong current in the ladder.   They must be some very determined fish to get thru that contraption to get to the other side.

 

Afterward we drove back over the BOTG and into the small town of Cascade Locks.   We found a park along the river, and as it was probably close to 2pm, we located a picnic table and ate our packed lunch under a large Douglas Fir overlooking the river.   There was a small gem and minerals show going on in the park and all the vendors were showing lots of pretty cool looking sliced up and polished rocks.

Once we looked over all their wares, we got back in the car and headed east on the freeway toward The Dalles (Dalles rhymes with gals or pals)   We started noticing as we moved further east from Cascade Locks it grew noticeably more arid very quickly.   We got off the freeway in Hood River and found the Hood River Yacht Club and a cute little beach where lots of wind surfers were flying back and forth across the river at a very good clip.  Did I mention it is extremely windy along this river?   At least it was the three days we stayed around here, luckily not up at our campground which was about 500′ above the river.  Those very tall trees would make it truly uncomfortable to camp under them if the wind was blowing there like it was down in the bottom of the gorge.

We left the river to get on Old Highway 30 toward The Dalles.  It snakes its way up the foothills along the river,  lots of 20 MPH blind curves.   It would be a great ride on the motorcycle, but a veritable nightmare in our bus.   We arrived in The Dalles and it was just another town along the river to me.  I didn’t see anything of note while driving thru it.   There is another bridge across the river here, and for some reason this one is free.   On the way toward the bridge, Kathy wanted to snap a picture, so I pulled over and she got out.   She practically blew over the guardrail as some wind gusts I guessed of about 80 MPH tried to take her to Oz.    Did I mention it’s windy near the river?

 

Just up river from the bridge was another that was built in the 60’s called the John Day Dam.  You can see it in the pics.

We arrived on the other side of the river a few minutes later — this was a much wider bridge than the BOTG –and headed west toward our base camp.   Along the way we stopped at a rest area and overlook where again it was extremely windy on a small promontory on the river.    We could see more wind surfers further west on the river and got back on the highway to go find them.

We found a lot of them quite a few miles south of the Hood River Bridge at a national fish hatchery.   Those folks really move across the water being pulled along by kites or small parachutes.   I bet that is an incredible workout.   No need to hit the gym after doing that for an hour.

As we drove down that small side road along the river, we made our way into the fish hatchery just as it closed.    We headed back toward our camp to cook some dinner and kick back for the evening.

 

The next morning we got a late start and headed back toward the hatchery during its open hours.    When we got there, we saw at least triple the amount of wind surfers on the water than the prior late afternoon.    The fish hatchery was open so we went in and parked.   To my chagrin, there were no fish in the tanks.   They explained they were all let out in May.

 

 

 

While we were leaving the hatchery, we noticed that today you could see Mt. Hood very clearly in the distance.  As I got ready to snap a shot of the mountain, it got even better as a cloud on the east side of it moved a bit further away to allow its volcanic shape to really shine.

 

So we headed over the Hood River Bridge and worked our way back west toward Cascade Locks for lunch at a small restaurant on the water we had noticed the day before which was also the landing for a paddle wheeler that plied the river.

We had some really good fish and chips.  They even had a gluten free choice.   Kathy said it was the first time she had had fish and chips in at least 5 years!    They had a Dechutes Porter on the menu.   It was like being in heaven.  We thought about taking a one-hour tour on the paddle wheeler, but they don’t permit pets so we didn’t give them our money.    I’m not sure how they stay in business as the boat was not very full when it arrived back, nor were there many people waiting for the tour getting ready to leave.   But it was a true paddle wheeler.   You could tell when they tried to dock the thing,  a prop right in front of the rudder would have made that much easier.

We left Cascade Locks to drive down to the Oregon side of the Bonneville Dam.    Again we had to let the guard check for bombs and such.  Again we didn’t have any for them.    But this time as we drove in, we passed a lock and I noticed there was a barge in there that I had seen heading downriver while we were having lunch; so I made a U-turn and drove back over to the lock parking lot.

 

 

To my surprise, you can walk right up to the ships at this lock and touch them.    Last year, at the Eisenhower lock, you were behind a tall chain-link fence.   So this was pretty cool.    We got there just a few minutes before they were to lower the water to bring the barges and tugboat down about 60′ to the level of the river below the dam.    As the tug left the lock, it was amazing to see it steer those very large barges sticking so far out in front of it.   After another smaller craft,  maybe a 40-foot boat, motored into the lock to head upstream, we left and drove over toward the dam.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We were amazed as on this side of the Bonneville you drove your car right on the dam to get to the visitor center.    You were also allowed to go inside the power house without a tour, and there was a great picture vantage point of the Washington side’s dam spillway.   They were letting out a lot of water.   It made quite a sound.   Turn up the volume to watch and listen to the short video.

And the windows in the fish viewing area were quite a bit less murky so the fish were easier to see.  Check out the video below.

We headed back toward the campground and spotted another hatchery and drove over to see if they had any fish.   They did,  looked like millions of minnows in the tanks spread out over many acres.   Turns out this hatchery was the original one set up back around the turn of last century.

After walking around it for maybe a half an hour, we headed back to get the coach ready to move out to the mouth of the river west of Astoria, Oregon tomorrow.

 

 

 

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The Evergreen Museum!

We drove right past the Evergreen Air and Space Museum on our way to the campground we were staying at while I attempted to get the tow bar  serviced.   I had read many years before that the Spruce Goose was moved to Evergreen,  although I thought that was a town in Oregon.    As we were driving past it, the light bulb lit and I realized that it was a museum, not a town.   I started thinking I would finally get to see the Spruce Goose!   We checked in at the Olde Village RV, and I asked them about the Goose.  They acknowledged it was there and said if we went, they had discount coupons to get in.

I had originally planned on being there for at least five days, but I wasn’t sure I would be able to get into the Airstream rally; so I only booked the campsite for two days (Sunday & Monday nights)  and asked for an option to extend if I was able to get into that rally and leave my tow bar for service.  I was planning on going to Salem, but I read they were having some kind of toxic contamination in their water system, so I stayed about 30 miles out of town.  Yikes!

As I got the tow bar serviced early Monday morning, I went back and asked to extend my stay just till Wednesday morning.   That would allow us to walk over to the museum on Tuesday.  It was a really short walk over on a fairly new sidewalk hundreds of feet away from the highway between the campground and museum.

We went into the closest building, which turned out to be the aerospace section that also included planes and helicopters built after the Korean War.   The other large building housed all planes from the Korean War and older.   There were two other buildings, one was a theater and the other a water park.  That’s the one with a Boeing 747 on its roof.  We heard that all the big water slides had you start from inside that roof mounted plane.   That sounded pretty cool to me, but I wasn’t planning on going to the water park.

We entered the museum, paid and received our wristbands.   The first thing you see was a V-1 and V-2 rockets.   There was a Titan II missile, lots of older rockets, including a Redstone and others, and very cool displays with engines and capsules and even a LEM replica including the lunar rover and astronauts.

But hidden behind all them was a display of  50’s and 60’s era helicopters.   Some of the weirdest ones I had ever seen, even ones where you stand on a small platform with no bubble around you.  My favorite was a single seater from the Marines.   The saying “letting it all hang out” must have been invented for that thing.   One even had motors at the ends of the rotor blades.

 

 

 

We headed back toward the front and found an SR-71 with the engine exposed and sort of almost below it;  but the biggest surprise for me was the SR-71 Drone that it could carry on its back.   I had never even heard of that, let alone seen one.    One of the docents near the SR-71 took an interest in Kathy, and she followed us around till we left, explaining all about those Jets.   She was a pilot and knew quite a bit about all of them.  That was pretty cool,  like a personal guided tour for about an hour.

She pointed out the planes that were just a shell for display, which I think she called “Pickles on a Stick”.   Odd name,  but I probably won’t be able to think of a plane again without that image coming to mind.  She also told us about the history behind the museum being built.  The owner had 2 sons, one a race car driver and one a pilot.  The race car driver had an accident where the son that was a pilot died, along with a good friend of his.  The museum is a learning center and museum in honor of his son.  What an amazing tribute!

After we had seen everything in that first (eastern) building, we headed for the short walk to the Aviation building with the older planes.   The first thing you see when you walk into that building is a wing of the Spruce Goose.   It’s basically the ceiling over your head.   Geez is that plane big.  I mean it’s huge!  We couldn’t get it all in one picture.

To enter, you walk thru an engine nacelle from a large jet as a kind of tunnel entrance.    You cannot miss the Goose as it’s the whole center of the building.  They brought it up here in pieces when the building was almost built.  They left the sides open to get the Goose in, then rebuilt it inside of the building.  It’s amazing to see!!!  There are lots of planes surrounding it.

We decided to take a tour starting in a few minutes, so we stopped for lunch in the little cafe in the building.  Then we were off,  starting with the types of engines on display and over to the Da Vinci flying machine replica.  Now that was pretty cool itself.   Then over to the early part of aviation with the Wright brothers and Curtiss planes.    There were so many cool Korean and WW11 planes to see.  There is even a MASH era helicopter hanging from the ceiling with the baskets for the wounded mounted on each side.   We toured around  the back of the Goose where all the Korean jets were and over to the Spitfires and Messerschmidt 109’s.

Then we went for the main attraction,  and climbed the stairs to go inside the Goose.  It’s really large inside.  They said it was intended to carry 750 troops into battle landing on the water.    Not sure how they would get to shore from it though.   I guess I should have asked that.

After going inside, they mentioned that for $29 more we could have our pictures taken in the cockpit which was behind thick glass panels and up a circular staircase.    Kathy eventually talked me into it and I’m glad she did.  What an interesting cabin that was.   Very large,  about the size of a 747 second floor.   What astonished me even more was a doorway I looked into that turned out to be the inside of one of the wings.  It was a very long walkway/hallway that was at least 7′ tall where I was.  It looked to get a bit shorter as you got to the end of the wing, but not that much shorter.

Then we got to climb into the pilot and copilot seats, which was a first for any museum I’ve ever been to.   I’ve been to a lot over the years, including most of the Smithsonian museums in D.C.

Getting into the pilot seat was very interesting for a guy my size.  There was almost no room for someone over 5’10” tall and skinny.   Also it was high off the ground, tickling my acrophobia.

Once I got in there, I started wondering how the heck I would get out.   Kathy had jumped into the copilot seat even before I started toward the front.  That side had lots of room, and most of the controls were on the pilot’s side.   It wasn’t hard getting out like I thought it would be, but swiveling in the chair for the picture was not happening.   I could not move my legs more than an inch or two due to all the “things” in the way.

I asked the docent if I could start the engines, and he said to “go for it”   Just amazing!    There are a zillion gauges and switches up there.   Check out that one panel.  There were too many to count.

We had our pics taken, and we headed back down the smallest spiral staircase I had ever seen,  although it was close to one in a small lighthouse we visited last year that wanted to take my head off.   I think it was one near Bar Harbor.  Guess I will need to go back and re-read that one.

I left the best part of the museum to the last.  They encouraged you to touch everything in the museum.    There were several exhibits that you could go inside.  That is something I never experienced in any other museum before!

We headed back to the coach,  but it did seem like a much longer walk back than it did in the morning.  🙂

We headed down the road to explore the Columbia River Gorge the next morning.

 

 

 

 

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Salem, Oregon: tow bar service at the Airstream rally

We headed toward Salem as I wanted our tow bar serviced by the factory tech after reading it should be done every 10,000 miles and I was close to 17,000 miles since I had done it myself right after purchasing it used off Craigslist early last year.    I had called the factory to see what rallies they would be attending this year near me.   Salem was the only one, and it was an Airstream rally.  I was thinking that might be an issue to get into.   Turns out, It wasn’t.

I drove down to Salem Monday morning, and after a bit was able to find the entrance to the facility.   There was no one at the gate, so I drove in, not having a clue where to go.   I saw a guy in a cart a couple of fenced lots to my right and drove over to him and asked where I could get a day pass.   He told me that wasn’t necessary and pointed to a white building and said I should pull my car over to there and nose it in.

After parking it I walked thru another building and over to the area with more Airstreams.    I had to ask where the vendor building was as there wasn’t a sign to be seen, and that included out on the roads getting in.    Once I was pointed in the right direction, I found the Blue Ox booth and asked the guy if I could get my tow bar serviced.  He said, “Absolutely!” and had me fill out the service sheet.

At that point I was figuring I was going to have to carry that heavy thing all the way from the car, which was probably a half mile.  He told me they normally just come to your coach and service it while still attached to the receiver.    Just then the service tech walked in and I was added to his list after a couple other service calls.   To my suprise, the tech named Josh, had me get into his cart and we drove right to my car, and he attached my tow bar to the receiver on his golf cart and within 15 minutes I was on my way.

Now, I had done almost the same service he was doing last year, but it took me about 3 hours to do what he did in 15 minutes.   I never thought of installing it in the coach’s receiver to unbolt everything.   The perfect workbench for that job, it turns out.    So I was done so fast I couldn’t believe it.   I thought I would need to drop off my bar and come back some other day as it seemed was the norm in Quartzsite.  I had gone there, but they were already fully booked for tow bar service when I arrived.   The sales guy mentioned that in Quartzsite, folks are spread out over a huge area and the techs would have no way to find anyone’s coach, so only there do they require you to bring it to them.   Normal rallies are in a very small area like a fairground.

Unfortunately I was in and out of there so quickly, I never thought to take a picture with all the shiny Airstreams.  There were about 1,000 of them shining in the sun!

 

 

 

 

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Coos Bay, Oregon

At Klamath Lake, since we were right on the river, there wasn’t a sewer hookup on that row of campsites, requiring us to drive over to a dump site closer to the office at 7:30 in the morning.    The not so good part of the morning was that the airbags didn’t fill up, which makes for an interesting ride.   Pretty bumpy driving that few hundred feet on what looked like a smooth gravel driveway.  By the time we finished dumping, the bags filled up, thank goodness!  So I knew I would need to find someone in Coos Bay to help me troubleshoot what was happening.

We took Oregon Highway 138 west off US 97 toward Roseburg, Oregon.  It wasn’t listed in the Trucking Road Map book, so the night before I used www.routeview.org to “drive” it from my laptop.   It looked fine and it was.   The most interesting part was it was all downhill,  about 90 miles of downhill; so the Jake brake got quite a workout,  four and a half hours with lots of 25-35 MPH corners to navigate after downhill straightaways.

We made it to Coos Bay in the early afternoon.  The rally folks lead us to a spot very close to the 101,  with three RVs between us and the highway.   Those logging trucks start really early in the morning and they don’t appear to require working mufflers.    We booked a spot with 30amp electric, but no water or sewer; so we arrived with empty grey/black tanks and full fresh water tanks for the Tuesday thru Sunday gathering.

The afternoon we arrived, we were booked on the harbor tour, which turned out to be a small fishing boat.    It was a nice cruise around the bay, but the tour guide was probably  19 years old and had no knowledge of Coos Bay at all, although he did seem to know about rock fish…  What I noticed about the bay was lots of tugboats,  from very small to very large.   I have no idea why they need so many as I only saw one ship arrive during the 6 days we were there.  It was a freighter that loads sawdust for shipment to Japan to make paper products.   There was the largest pile of sawdust I’ve ever seen right on the side of the 101 a couple of blocks from The Mill Casino,  where the rally was being held.

We were attending an Family Motor Coach Association rally, the first we had been to.   I think I now know why they opened up the organization to trailers.   Most of the folks, about 90+ percent at the rally, were very old, late 70’s, early 80’s.   And from what I gathered from the speeches, the rally attendance has been dropping dramatically over the last few years.    I didn’t see anyone there that appeared to be much younger than me, which was kind of odd to me.

The FCOC rally we went to in Tucson was probably 40% very old folks, a lot of folks my age.    It will be interesting to see what the Escapee’s rally will look like this fall, or even the 49er’s rally in Death Valley this winter if we go.

The casino was a very nice facility, except we had to walk thru it to get to the meeting rooms and it was a pretty smokey place.   Living in SoCal has really increased my intolerance for smoke-filled rooms.     There were a few good seminars, but to me, most were given by vendors hawking products for you to purchase while you were there.   I was hoping for them to be more instructional about our coaches.   I wasn’t really looking for infomercials, although a few were helpful.

Now that I think back, there were a few of those at the FCOC rally too.

The second day we were onsite, I had a mechanic from a local RV/truck shop stop by to look at the air leveling system, and of course it worked perfectly then.   After him poking around underneath, he thought the right front air leveling valve seemed way to easy to make it leak air with even the slightest touch.   I had him replace it, and of course after the fix, the coach also worked perfectly again.

The next morning I had one of the vendors do a suspension inspection.  Par for the course, it took some time to air up.  It finally did and he was able to proceed and found nothing wrong.   He did have some suggestions:   new shocks, an extra rear sway bar, and to put in those small in-line air restriction devices to slow the movement of air into and out of the air bags.  All things I will probably do prior to heading for Alaska next year.

We signed up for the wine walk and to my surprise there were no wineries involved.   Our first stop was a brewery (so I could have a beer!), then a museum, then across the street to a used clothing/musical instrument store.   Eventually we toured a democratic candidate’s HQ (their name and seat they were running for escapes me), and after that we went over to a mattress store, and then into a small hole-in-the-wall  live theater pretty much across the street from the Egyptian Theater where a young buck was going to sing like Frank that evening.  When we went in there, I had no idea what the place was.   Prior to there we had also perused an appliance store pouring wine.  Each place had a couple of wine offerings and I figured they hoped you would buy something while you were there.   None of the washer/dryers looked like they would fit into my coach.

While at the brewery, we hooked up with two couples: Tami and Scott along with Bob and Susan.    Turns out Tami and Scott were from Carlsbad,  very close to home for us.    They retired, sold their house and took to the road in a 37′ foot motorhome.   Something I aspire to do!

After the walk we all headed for dinner in the casino for burgers.    We were hungry after that many servings of wine and very little in the way of appetizers!

On Saturday we went to a few more seminars and then met for dinner Saturday night at the big tent.  The highlight of that last evening was the Foxes won the table centerpiece which consisted of a small slab cut from a tree complete with the bark and an old circular saw blade mounted vertically on it.  An odd prize to give us as we would have to carry it around in a moving vehicle.  The blades were sharp!!

And I just had to include this picture.   It’s got to be the most odd thing we’ve seen in our travels.   That’s a cat in what looks to be a modified birdcage bolted to the side of an RV parked in the RV campground on The Mill Casino’s property. It even has a cat door so he can get back inside the RV.   That was a first.

Scott showed me some mods to their moving house to channel roof water away from the windshield and front side windows.   I will be making that mod to our rig soon.   That was an awesome idea .   Also his slide wiper gasket flippers were a cool idea too.  I liked them so much I went out Saturday morning and picked up a piece of door molding, tried it on one of my slide gaskets that wasn’t flipping over correctly to seal out the elements, and at our next stop it worked like a charm.   Now I have to find more of that molding!   And I added the gutter material to my Amazon wish list.

We exchanged cards so we can keep in touch, and on Sunday morning we headed north toward Salem, Oregon, for an attempt to have our BlueOx towbar serviced at a large Airstream Rally.

 

 

 

 

 

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Crater Lake on a blustery day.

We drove the 50 or so miles from the Williamson River to the National Park on Monday morning.    Driving thru Fort Klamath it was clear to see what’s happening in small town America.   Every business was defunct.  Some places were boarded up, others just look like they closed the door, locked it and walked away never to come back.    A sad state of affairs.

We entered the park,  one of the $25 per car National Parks.  Thankfully we remembered to bring our National Park pass!   That thing has saved us around $400 since we bought it at Montezuma Castle last spring!

It was around 50 miles from our campsite to the visitor center in the park and it rained a little along the way up the mountainside.   There were a few overlooks along the highway thru the park, one of them with a great view of the volcano Mt. McLoughlin in the distance.   I was thinking it might have been named for a relative of a gentleman I worked with at Sony;  but when I checked the spelling of his last name, I realized his used an “a” instead of an “o”.   So probably not named for a long-lost relative of Bob’s.

A ways further was an overlook of a river falls and rapids but you couldn’t really tell there was a river down there.  It looked like all trees and maybe some water.

Further up the road we found the lodge and lake.   We headed over to the rim and a stiff wind was blowing and the sun went behind the clouds as we got there.   It was the middle of June and it felt like it was 30 degrees out there with me in my jeans and long sleeve tee shirt…  I was not really dressed for the occasion.   I was not seeing the bright blue water I had read about, so I was a bit disappointed at first.   I found a small bank of snow and Dusty got his first experience walking on snow!!   It didn’t appear that he liked it, but he didn’t say anything.

Kathy popped her head into the Lodge to check it out, and then we headed further north on the roadway around the crater.   At the next overview, the sun came out and the lake turned the glorious bright blue I had always read about.  The little island in the lake is called Wizard Island.  The water was flurescent blue and purple near the shore of the island.   But that wind didn’t go away, so it was still pretty cold.  I think the signs mentioned we were around 8,000 feet up,  so that’s why, and there was beginning to be quite a bit more snow.   There were even kids sledding on a large patch of snow off to the side of the road.  It went for a good 400-500 feet before it ended, so they were getting a pretty good ride for the middle of June.

We ate lunch in the car at one of the overlooks of the lake, and after a while decided to head back instead of continue all the way around the lake.   We wanted an early start in the morning, so we needed to get the coach ready for the next day’s drive to Coos Bay.