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Travel Blogs from Yachats
... woman. Oh hey, one of the young kids - the 8 year-old with the mohawk that likes to rap at 7:00am - just walked through our campsite, right past me. Perfect timing! Aw well. They have five ill-behaved kids, I don't. Cold again this morning. I think that Cape Perpetua will be a nice place to hike. It's the highest point on the Oregon Coast and should be well above the fog. Last full day in Yachats. I think I can speak for us all when I say that Eugene is looking mighty ...
... is refreshing. From what I
hear, I have the southern mentality of holding doors for people and saying "how
are you doin", so I fit in nicely.
We made a friend, Manny the Bird, at camp who succeeded in
stealing a few treats from us (trail mix). He was a beautiful Stellar Jay,
looks similar to a Blue Jay but black instead of white and has a stellar Mohawk!
... the Sea Lion Cave, complete with gift store. We aren't usually attracted to these kinds of stops, but today we went for it. We bought our ticket and took an elevator down the equivalent of 20 floors to the inside of a cave where many sea lions were congregated. I thought we'd be behind a roped off area, but we were actually behind a grate of sorts. The camera lens fit through the bars so you ...
... friendly inn at a fantastic location. A unique building and setting. We meet some other guests. We walk up to the lighthouse. Did I mention that we had put on every layer of clothing we have, including our gloves?
· Walking on the dock in the old town of Bandon and noticing a carved wooden bench with a memorial plaque, "Lost at Sea. In memory of Andrew J. ...
... arm he would not have ended up here working in this place with a view of the ocean that he has. Harvey says you can’t change what life brings you but you can change your attitude.
· As Harvey & Stu walk ahead of me on the Coastal Trail, I stop to photograph anything that captures my attention, spontaneously being taken by the landscape. I mull over the trees bent by the ...