Heceta Head Lighthouse

August 16 — After spending almost a couple of weeks in and around Waldport, OR we once again travel south. My quest to photograph the lighthouses of the Oregon coast will be one lighthouse closer to accomplishment after our stop at Heceta Head.

It’s a gorgeous day, mostly sunny with no wind, and the Chiweenie Brothers and I enjoy the short hike it takes to get to the lighthouse.  The lightkeeper’s house is down the hill from the lighthouse.  Photos of the big house did not turn out, but a shot of it shows up on the informational sign. I encourage you to Google information on this lighthouse as it has some interesting history.

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In addition to the big house down the hill, there are living quarters attached to Heceta Head Lighthouse also.  Space was tight and made it impossible to get everything in the photo.

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Building attached to the lighthouse

Anyone care to guess what this is?

Concrete mounting blocks at Haceta Head Lighthouse

Thanks for stopping by!  The Boys and I love having you along for the ride!  Hugs, Shawna

Waldport, Gov. Patterson State Park and Cooks Chasm

Waldport, Oregon—about the halfway point along Hwy 101 in Oregon. The intention for a couple day’s stay turns into almost two weeks.  The boys and I get in a lot of beach time.  We find one beach, Neptune, that if we go early enough we are the only ones there and the rocky cliffs on both sides are steep enough and reach out toward the sea far enough to keep two wild wiener dogs contained.  I let them off leash to run their little hearts out.

DSC_0043 (1)Fries, Bridge, Beach

August 11th. The sky lowers and a light but steady rain falls.  The boys, ever adaptable to what is placed before us, are content to curl up and nap.  I read and nap.

By early afternoon the sun makes an appearance and we have a glorious rest of the day in which to enjoy this beautiful area.  I find a patch of blackberries and pick a few for my breakfast cereal tomorrow morning.  Charlie picks salal berries, but none make it into the berry container!

DSC_0015 (2)Blackberries picked at Neptune

DSC_0010 (2)  DSC_0014 (1)Charlie Picking Berries

We spend our nights bouncing back and forth between Governor Patterson State Park near Yachats (pronounced yaw hots), Cooks Chasm, and a parking area beside Highway 34 in Waldport. Our days are spent on our favorite beach at Neptune State Park, and other beaches farther south.

DSC_0004 (1)Neptune Beach
The Left Side of Neptune Beach

Our nights at Cooks Chasm are a mix of soothing and intense sounds.  The surf pounds the lava rock and sounds like booming thunder as the sea works its way between narrow channels, lava rock overhangs, and shallow caves.  It pushes its way up into a hole in the rock to shoot spray up in the air as the force of the water pushes toward the rocky shore; The Spout. As the tide drags the sea back I am soothed and lulled into a sense of peace until the thundering crashes begin again.DSC_0053



Thors Well is a bit farther out at Cooks Chasm, and the sea boils into it from below— up, and over the rim of the large round hole in the lava then gets pulled back out as the tide makes its backward pull.  The well becomes devoid of water, and the fascinating scene repeats over and over in the ancient rhythm of the sea.

Thanks for stopping by!  Hugs, Shawna and the Boys

CURRENT READ: The Extraordinary Life of Sam Hell by Robert Dugoni



Smelt State Park

A breezy, but gorgeous day calls for some beach time.  I turn into Smelt Sands State Park, teeny tiny as it is, only because I like the name.  Yeah, I’ve smelt (smelled) sand before, and it smells like the ocean … Hahahahahah.

The tide is out and the rocks with their shallow depressions trap starfish, anemones and other sea creatures in the pools left by the receding ocean.

DSC_0082Smelt Sands SP The tide is outt

The boys and I explore, and I am a kid in the candy store. Check out these sea treasures.

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DSC_0077Charlilel in the Kelp Bed at Low Tide, Smelt Sands
Charlie B checks out the kelp bed

A timeless reminder about the pull and power of the sea. Click on the photo to enlarge.
DSC_0088At Smelt Sands State Park Central Oregon

Just a few days ago a Chinese couple,  recent immigrants to the US and living in Lake Oswego, OR, lost their lives in front of their 10 year old daughter when they climbed out onto a rock near Rock Creek Park south of Depoe Bay during the incoming high tide and were swept off into the ocean by a wave.   A helicopter rescue team was sent out and got them, but they both died in hospital shortly after being taken there. What a senseless tragedy.

Thanks for stopping by 2DogsTravel.  Hugs, Shawna and the Chiweenie Boys.


The Devil’s Punchbowl and the Yaquina Lighthouses

Between Depoe Bay and Newport lies the Devil’s Punchbowl, a beautiful bridge/cave rock formation where the sea ebbs and flows through it.  I am thoroughly intrigued.

Yaquina Lighthouse is a bit further south.  DSC_0005 (1)Yaquina Head Lighthouse

Common Murres, in from nine months on the sea, make this rock their home for the three months it takes to lay their eggs and raise their chicks. Then it’s back out to sea.

From here, the next stop is Yaquina Head and another beautiful lighthouse,

DSC_0018 (1)Yaquina Bay Lighthouse  and the bridge over the bay. Such a gorgeous area.

DSC_0024 (1)Yaquina Bay Bridge

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We head on to Newport where the boys get in some dog park time, then I make a stop at Walmart for supplies. Not having refrigeration and depending on an ice chest to keep some of our food cold, re-supplying happens about once a week. Ice will last in my cheapie Igloo Island Breeze for a minimum of five days due to the heavy insulation I use in and on it, so that’s not too bad, but it’s small and the block of ice takes up half the room. 🙂 Fortunately I am fine with having very few items that need refrigeration.

Thanks for coming along on our adventures!  Hugs, Shawna

Boiler Bay. Depoe Bay. Rocky Creek Viewpoint

August 4, 2018 . We leave Lincoln City behind and continue south. Destination: Boiler Bay.  It’s a beautiful day with a bit of a breeze and the sun playing hide and seek. I thoroughly enjoy the ride even though traffic is heavy; It’s summer and this is Highway 101 …

We pull into the wayside at Boiler Bay and Sandy is right behind us.  I snap the leashes onto the boys’ harnesses and saunter over to the fence at the edge of the parking lot gazing out over the bay, eyes casting about for whales. Nothing.

Sandy shows me the inside of her new Mercedes cargo van. She shares that she came over from an appointment in Portland where she had the inside outfitted to truly make it a home on wheels.  It’s beautiful!!!

We go back to the overlook and chat as we keep an eye on the water so we don’t miss a whale sighting.  Sandy got her master’s degree in age and aging at the age of 60! She is retired now, but likes to keep busy volunteering to help in disaster type situations around the country.  She’s originally from  the east coast, but currently from Austin, Texas where she took care of her mother until her passing.

Someone shouts that they  have spotted a whale, and sure enough a young gray is seen in the water.

After seeing this young whale surface again and again over the course of about a half hour, Sandy leaves for her camp at KOA in preparation for her trip to Lake Tahoe in the morning. I drive back north to Lincoln City for another night at the Chinook Winds Casino.

The next morning the boys and I take in Depoe Bay on our way to Newport.


This young lady is tracking radio-tagged marbled murrelets for the University of Oregon.

DSC_0047Young Lady working for University of Oregon Tracking Marbled Murrlets  A plaque here on the rock wall honors two men who lost their lives trying to save others.

As our coastal meander continues we take a side road to Rocky Creek State Scenic Viewpoint.  I love this rock house perched on the cliff overlooking the ocean,  and the old bridge over the Creek.

Our day continues . . .


Hometown Fire, Siletz Bay, Lincoln City Oregon

While getting the mail service disaster taken care of we revisit previous parking spots. A night back at our Hwy 131 spot, back to Girabaldi and our spot at the wayside just north of town.  A night at a local big box store.

A horrendous fire breaks out in northern California in the area where I grew up and where I have lots of family and friends.  Between this and the mail service fiasco, I am stressed, stressed, stressed, but it finally looks like I’ve got everything done that needed taken care of and we once again head south following Hwy 101 down the coast.

Lincoln City is our home for the next couple of days. The Chiweenie Brothers get in some beach time at the “D” River Wayside. The “D” River is billed as the shortest river in the world, and indeed it isn’t but maybe a half block long.

DSC_0023The D River in Lincoln City. Wor;ld's Shortest River


While staying in Lincoln City we take a few sightseeing/camp search wanderings around the area.

Along Siletz Road  following the river DSC_0034A Home on the Siletz River Love this house.  There are some RV parks along this road right on the river, too.

Siletz Bay   DSC_0035Siletz Bay, Lincoln City OR

As I am enjoying the view of the bay a gal pulls up in what looks like a brand new Ford cargo van (turns out it is a Mercedes.  Oops! Sorry Sandy)  She spots the boys and I in the green machine and asks if we are full-timing. When I say yes she shares that she has just started.  We hit it off right and end up planning to meet at Boiler Bay, our next stop.

Thanks for stopping by 2DogsTravel. Hugs, Shawna

CURRENT READ: Before We Were Yours, Lisa Wingate. A novel based on true events; Georgia Tann and the Tennessee Children’s Home Society’s adoption scandal between the years of 1920 and 1950.  THIRTY years.

Munson Falls, Hebo Lake Boondock, and We Get a Curve Ball

Before turning in for the night yesterday I did a search for nearby boondock opportunities and find one near Hebo Lake, just five miles (up a steep hill it turns out.  Boy, this is getting real familiar!!) from the little town of Hebo.

We leave the wayside early and I drive to Munson Falls State Park located between Tillamook and Hebo on Hwy 101.  The road is a straight shot through a neighborhood on some rough, but paved, road.  There is not a single soul in this little park that is home to the tallest falls, at 319 feet, in the coast range.

Little Munson Creek is barely flowing and I wonder about the falls, but after a very short hike the boys and I get to where we can see the water flowing over the bluff.. It’s flowing pretty good, but it’s a drought year again, and I imagine there’s a lot more water that can cascade over that bluff in a good rain year.

DSC_0002 (4)We also take in Netarts Bay.

DSC_0004 Netarts Bay

Upon our arrival at Hebo Lake we cruise through the campground at the lake, but not only am I unimpressed, it’s $18 a night. Although they have tables and fire rings, and a vault toilet, there does not appear to be any water available, and not much privacy.  We head back down the mountain to around milepost four where I spotted a road leading back into the woods.

I nose the van down this short dirt road and into a clearing. It’s perfect.  I get the green beast as level as possible, walk the boys, then switch on the Kindle to check email, etc. The internet signal lasts long enough to find out my mail forwarding service in South Dakota is going out of business.  On the 31st!!!

I spend the afternoon trying to jockey the van into a position where I can once again pick up a signal, to no avail.  Criminy.  This won’t do. This has to be taken care of as soon as possible.  I need to research other services, get an application going, do all the change of address stuff.  We won’t be able to stay here.

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After a fitful night I am up early and we head back down the hill. The view is lovely in the morning mist.

DSC_0012Coming down off Hebo Mt

Gaining the town and spotting a man, who I hope is a local guy, walking back to his log truck I ask about a library. None here he tells me. Closest would be Tillamook.  I thank him and we drive back north. There’s nothing for it; we will have to go back to Tillamook and stay until this is settled.

Once in Tillamook I park at Fred Meyers while I research mail services, and make a couple of calls about my Medicare prescription coverage (even though I take no medications one still has to have this coverage or it becomes a lot higher if you wait until later down the road.  They penalize you for waiting.) making sure they will take it in the particular county I am “moving” to.   I choose a mail service and the next stop is the post office.

I go first through major town road work to the post office to pick up a form that will be required, a 1593.  The clerk has no idea what form that is. She requests I give her the NAME of the form instead of the number.  The service I picked out in western South Dakota just gave me the number. When I call they say I can get that on their website, not to worry.  OKAY, your site says the post office …

Fighting through the road work again, I find myself gritting my teeth, but we find the library, and I begin the process of printing out paperwork so I can fill it out and email it to the chosen forwarding service along with copies of required documents.
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Finally that has been taken care of and now we sit and wait to hear back from them. Once they process the paperwork they will email with our new address. Once that happens I send in the originals they charge my credit card, we will be down several hundred dollars, but will get our mail.  Then all that will be left to do is put in a change of address with the post office and change all the addresses for Medicare, social security, bank cards, retirement accounts, etc. etc.  I have a headache.

Thank goodness for Munson Falls. It was a bright spot in my day.  Thanks for stopping by.  Hugs, Shawna