Greetings from the Oregon Coast, one of my favorite places on the planet. I said a sad goodbye to Adrienne and left Alameda at dawn’s crack to beat the traffic, and found myself in Sonoma County before I could say “cabernet sauvignon.” Unfortunately it was 8am, so way too early for wine tasting, doggone it. Bad timing on my part! Then again, I’m not sure wine tasting and driving 10 hours are a good combination.
Anyway, I spent a couple of hours winding through wine country, with vineyards stretching as far as the eye could see, creeping up the hills and dipping into the valleys. It was stunning, and a welcome change from the desert and the dry interior of the state. Then vineyards gave way to the redwoods as I headed north on 101. I stopped a few times to take pictures of the trees and walk among the silent giants – there’s something so peaceful and serene about the redwoods. Someday I’ll spend more than a 1/2 hour in their company.
And after the redwoods – the coast. 101 twists and turns along the coast, sometimes hugging the shoreline and sometimes wandering through verdant fields and forests. I stopped often to snap pictures and listen to the waves crashing on the beaches – there were gale warnings all along the coast, so the waves were spectacular. I could picture sitting in a little RV parked next to a beach, ignoring the “no camping” signs…
Eventually I arrived in Coos Bay, after 10+ hours of driving. At least I didn’t sleep through the entire day, although by the end I was ready to be out of the car. But after a few minutes at the hotel, it was back in the car and off to the beach for a fish and chips dinner at the Sea Basket and to watch the sunset at, of course, Sunset Beach.
I did take a quick break at noon in Eureka, CA at a coffee shop for an online meeting, and drank enough coffee that, as my mother would have said, my teeth were floating. 🙂 But otherwise it was a long day in the car.
Oh, the Folgers jingle contest finals were today and unfortunately, we didn’t win. I’m just thrilled our song made it as far as it did, and it sounds like John and John had fun in the Big City. Guess I can go back to drinking real coffee now! (Okay, I admit it, I don’t drink Folgers.)
Anyway, more pictures and stories once I land in Coeur d’Alene! TGTF, y’all!