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.

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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 . . .