5/5/16 (Thursday) in Port Orford, OR (Camp Blanco-GS)
Even though it was still pretty windy we decided to check out a couple places, both at Cape Blanco State Park. Just a tip: because of it’s location (sticking out into the Pacific), this state park bears the brunt of winter storms. Did we ever fight the wind here.
First up, the Patrick (and Mary) Hughes House. He was a dairy farmer with extensive acreage while she fed the workers and cared for their 9 children. He had this house built in1898 by Lindberg, the local architect who built most of the buildings in this area. Patrick was 68 years old at the time. Three of the children lived in this house, helping run the farm. Their house was designed much like ours are today, although they had doors to allow discreet passage from the more formal areas to the kitchen area, which was seen as not worthy of visitors’ views. These images include highlights I enjoyed. The dining table looked a lot like the one in John’s brother James’ house. They were an Irish family, with one son who became a priest. One room was their own little chapel.
Mary had hot as well as cold running water because of the set up to the left of her wood stove in the kitchen. The heated water ran into a small tank under the kitchen floor. It isn’t there now, nor are the been warming/cooling racks that were on the back of that stove. The pail was for making bread! Can you tell how it worked? The large metal basin was the latest in washing machines. Lastly, you see their food pantry. So small there was just the one space to walk, so it was worn to the bottom of the wood. That’s why there is another plank of wood on that spot.
Further down the road is the Camp Blanco Lighthouse, the oldest working lighthouse on the Oregon Coast, built in 1870. It was so cool to walk all the way up into the lens room and watch it turn! The last image is what we saw near that lighthouse.
We’d managed to get there just before closing time, so we were ever so grateful for the kindness of the staff to give us a tour anyway! Then we were glad to get out of the wind, heading home to Miss Journey.