6/12/16 (Sunday) in South Beach, OR (Whaler’s Rest-TT)
We’re leaving earlier than planned in order to travel on a dry day, not the predicted very rainy Tuesday ahead. Life is never dull. All our pull in slides and jacks procedures went just fine. John started the generator (time for it’s “exercise”) and I’d started the heat pumps (they need a “load” to work well).
Then as we were just on our way, I felt a drop of water on my head! What the heck? It couldn’t be the slide, that sure isn’t over my head. I looked up. Hmm drops of water on the heat vent above my head. More developed and dropped as time went by. All I could figure was that we’d had humidity built in Miss Journey Friday, with lots of rain as I was washing and drying clothes inside. Must have accumulated from that. Or possibly the water was inside the vent and then worked it’s way out as we jiggled down the road.
Lovely trip with more tight curves than I’d rather have, but I was treated to another rig in front that slow my “Mario Andretti” husband down. There were straighter sections as well. Wonderful ocean views. We stopped at Space Age Fuel in Lincoln City. They are quite spacious for us big rigs and had the best price in our path. Their driveway on the south side was dicey but John handled it like very well. We arrived around 12:30. As John got the car unhooked, I ran up to our favorite site #95. Dang, already taken. I found another nearby, so got back to the car and we drove to it. Unfortunately the trees blocked a satellite TV signal so John wanted another, #66. Dang, that one couldn’t get the TV signal either. Well, we decided to stay anyway, hoping that a better site with everything we want will open up.
It was such a beautiful sunny day I thought we should go down to the ocean, but I got tired and sleepy and ended up taking a 2 hour nap. Oops, supper time already! We did manage a walk around the campground to cap off our night.
The next morning I saw a Wilson’s warbler (sparrow size, yellow, with gray wings and black top of his head) hanging out (actually landing on our windowsills several times) at our lovely wooded site. Even saw him eat a little yellow worm on a bush. Maybe this site isn’t so bad. Well, a couple hours later we scooted over to another site that had promise of TV reception. Lo and behold, we got 2 of the 3 satellite channels (good enough for us) and that sweet Wilson’s warbler came to visit us again. He must see himself in our windows. So I’m happy and so is John.