Our forest campground was beautiful, aptly named the Paradise River.
After roughing it in the mountains we felt like a bit of luxury so had Sunday brunch aboard a sternwheeler plying the Columbia Gorge. In our case, "gorge" was both a verb and a noun.
As well as the gorgeous scenery we were treated to a race of the latest Moth class dinghies - literally flying above the water on hydrofoils. I've never seen sailing boats do that before. The sternwheeler captain wasn't impressed as they skimmed across her bows at high speed either.
The mountain roads were still partly blocked by snow so we changed our itinerary and headed for the coast instead.
Oregon is pretty much one continuous forest stretching south from Washington State to California and its rugged coastline is dotted with State Parks, beautiful rocks and chilly beaches. We took a couple of days to amble down, stopping at a handful of the hundreds of viewpoints.
Unfortunately, disaster struck as we tried to exit a car park. One of the rear wheels went into a ditch and the great beast was stranded like a whale. It took a couple of hours to get a tow truck to winch the RV back up and onto the road. Fortunately there was minimal damage.
The weather was now cloudy and cool, and the mist rolled in over the hillsides at times.
At one lookout we saw a whale spouting just beyond the breakers, and lots of seal lions and seals at a couple of places. One entrepreneur charged money to see sea-lions in a sea-cave - what a hide, considering we saw them for free in the state park down the road at Simpson Reef.
Our next campsite was a county park with a view over a beach. Again we treated to the sound of a foghorn every 15 seconds from the navigation marker, but it was distant enough not to interrupt our sleep. Fog is obviously common here.
We were also interested to notice that the temperature in Sydney is a mirror of the temperature here on the US west coast...