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Thursday, August 18, 2022

MOUNTAIN HIGH & RIVER WIDE ~Wandering Wednesday 2022-1

Lenny Kravitz – ‘I Want to Get Away’ song:

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewfVFBqOLgw)

I was up bright and early this morning; my garden area was fully watered by 9:30 A.M.

A 20-cent cut in price this morning; still pretty high in a recession period.

Prices have been holding even until today: 8-2-22 prices.

Clatskanie-OR from Heron Pointe-WA; 25 min (19.8 mi) via WA-432 E and US-30 W

I hadn’t eaten anything yet, and my stomach wanted a Bundy Burger for lunch … so I switched out my thongs for sandals, and and drove to Clatskanie, thinking I’d eat my ‘burger, then drive to Lee Wooden/Fishhawk Falls County Park to get a short hike in: but when I got to Clatskanie, Bundy’s was closed tighter than a clam at high tide ☹

So, I jetted across the street to the mini mart; and bought a pound of chicken gizzards … and zoomed back across the street and up the backroad behind Safeway 😊

I had intended to drive the familiar backroad loop route from Clatskanie … but instead of turning towards the Camp Wilkerson Park road towards Apiary, I veered off onto a different road just for the adventure of it 😉

This Daytrip to Vernonia via Mist Mountain, Highway #47, is my first 2022 Daytrip.

I passed the road sign pointing to Scappoose/St. Helens – feeling Venronia drawing me forward. I got surprised in several ways: the Highlander climbed Mist Mountain, at an elevation of 1,320 … and this route into Vernonia led me to different part of Vernonia – both were new adventures for me; I hadn’t driven over the mountain before (with or without Bob), nor had I ever visited the part if Vernonia I found myself in (Bob may have driven through on his truck route – but if he did, he never said anything to me about it).

“Mist Mountain” (is actually higher than stated in this article – I read the posted elevation sign to be 1,320 ft/elev.): https://traveloregon.com/things-to-do/clatskanie-mountain/

Bridge work along the route ...

I was thoroughly enjoying myself 😊

Radio waves were channeling the cheney dog barking … and it appears to me that she is behaving exactly how she tried to prove (falsely) President Trump was behaving – refusing to accept that she lost the election, verbally denying the election results, staging a political coup with a bid for the 2024 Presidential Election, and inciting {mob} mentality. cheney is hosting her own insurrection: and the deadhead obamanites are eating her political barf, up – and spewing it all over social media.

I tuned the biased chatted out.

America has had enough of liz cheney: that was glaringly obvious in her total loss when the count came in. We do not want – nor do we need – liz cheney in DC; let alone, in the Oval Office! Anyone who believes for a nano second … that dementia poster boy biden, actually won the Presidential Election, is as delusional as obama’s puppet is. That is a dangerous person: and that person should not be seated in our governing seats. Kick her treasonous ass to the curb! Kick it hard.

Highway #47 may be a country backroad – but it is a very busy backroad; log trucks were every other vehicle on the road … and cars, pickups, and SUV’s, were seriously crowding my back bumper from beginning to end: I finally pulled over at the Big Eddy campground, and let the bumper riders pass me. I was going the speed limit; but Oregon drivers are rude and obnoxious drivers because they are by and large stoned out of their minds 95% of the time.

This was a new road to me, and I was intent on taking my time, and leisurely looking at the surroundings. I didn’t need to be top-dog on the road.

The area of Vernonia that I drove through was pretty suburban, and edging closer to citified. It’s still got a small-town vibe … but it’s not as {country} as the section of Vernonia I was aiming for – and missed.

WOW. This is a side of Vernonia I never knew existed.

Vernonia from Clatskanie; 39 min (28.4 mi) via OR-47 S

Vernonia, Oregon

Vernonia - along Highway #47 backroad.
Forest Grove was half a mere hour in the distance; so ... I backtracked.

I did not want to end up in Forest Grove! So, I had to backtrack to the green highway sign that pointed to Scappoose/Vernonia 😉

This is a different route than I am used to: there are 3 road routes that lead to Vernonia – this is a new one. I like learning different routes: each route has different scenery, and I like that, too 😊

This route dropped me behind Burgerville, in St. Helens – which is about 30 minutes from home.

When I got to Rainier, there was back-to-back traffic on the Lewis & Clark Bridge, crossing from Rainier to Longview this afternoon; around 1 PM. Bridge crossing was very, very busy.

St. Helens-OR from Vernonia; 40 min (27.2 mi) via Scappoose Vernonia Hwy

W.T. ...

Heron Pointe-WA from St Helens-OR; 34 min (28.1 mi) via US-30 W

Back in Longview - and that little daytrip is a definite repeat.

It was still 90-degrees, but the humidity wasn't sky high, so I decided to nip over to Willow Grove, on my way home, and get a short riverside hike in before parking the Highlander in my carport.

Tugboat on the Columbia River; Willow Grove-WA

This tree root reminded me of a beached octopus. LOL

Hijinx on the River ...

After a light Supper, I watched the fading sunlight gild the clouds 😊

Today was a good day – from start to finish.

Friday, June 18, 2021

LINCOLN CITY ~Traveling Thursday: Solo Lobo Daytrip

Yesterday morning, I decided to drive to Lincoln City!

I had been planning to drive to Lincoln City for a while; I even researched a return loop drive on internet mapping, for a change of pace 😊

I would take the comfortable route that Bob always drove, first: then, I would switch things on the way back – avoiding any touching down in Portland. Sometimes, Bob would drive back home through Portland because he wanted to cruise the I-5 freeway. Portland and the I-5 gives me the heebie-jeebies.

Studying the mapping routes, I knew I wanted to come home the middle route, through Vernonia. Bob had never tried that route … so, that is the route I wanted.

I want my new life to include as many new things in it as possible.

First, I stopped on Commerce to play a game of pool with Darlean … she’s 81 yo, and a real firecracker, there’s plenty of life still in her. She enjoys playing pool; and while I have my own way of playing … I let her “coach” me in techniques she finds helpful. It’s a small thing that means a lot; and who knows? Her teaching may come be handy, someday.

Learning new things is important at every stage in life.

After we’d played an hour, her pinochle game was starting, so she veered off to that – and I veered off for my Lincoln City, OR adventure 😉

Doing the Lincoln City Daytrip today.

Warrenton, Or from Heron Pointe, WA.1 hr 18 min (59.8 mi) via US-30 W

Crossing the little bridge from Astoria to Warrenton, a brown pelican flew across the bridge in front of the Highlander: I think it’s time to make time to watch the pelicans again, in Chinook, WA.

I always enjoyed this trip when we made it. And even though I was a little nervous making the long drive solo lobo, I was getting caught up in the adventure of my unfolding day 😊

Lincoln City from Warrenton – 1 hr. 20 min (103.9 mi) via US-101 S

The sky beyond Seaside looked ominous – but the weather forecast was predicting upper 70’s inland. The beach is usually 10-degrees cooler, and I was expecting that (that’s why I brought my fleece jacket with me); but I didn’t want to spend my adventure under a gray sea fog cloud.

I drove forward with a hope and a prayer.

The sky beyond was heavy with dark clouds - I prayed it would burn off before I got there.

Cute barking seals & yummy fried bread Elephant Ears beckoned ... but my heart isn't ready to respond to the lure, yet.

At Head Point, a roadside blinking light was warning of fallen rock – and the cleanup looked pretty recent. I cautiously drove forward.

In for a penny … in for a pound.

A little further up the road, just out of Cannon Beach; the beautiful, sparkling, tricolored ocean water caught my eye: and I nipped into a roadside turnout to give my eyes a treat … and to stretch my legs.

This beautiful water, and the huge boulder caught my eye as I passed out of Cannon Beach.

Waaaaay out in the watery distance, waves were bouncing off 2 more rocky outcrops.

I switched cameras, and zoomed in ... and saw that there were people standing around the smaller rock.

I thought this might be a cave-rock, but it's not; it's just been eroded.
To the left of this beautiful stretch of ocean ... was Haystack Rock.

Haystack Rock, OR from Longview, WA; via US-30 W & US-101 S - 1 hr. 39 mins.

ARCH CAPE TUNNEL. I think this tunnel is longer than the tunnel under Fort Columbia, near Longbeach, WA.

Arch Cape Tunnel; OR: https://www.innatarchcape.com/cannonbeach/2018/12/9/8-fascinating-facts-about-arch-cape-tunnel

Fort Columbia Tunnel; WA: https://bridgehunter.com/wa/pacific/1618A0000000/

And 15 minutes later, I stopped again, at my favorite roadside turnout along this route. This is a favorite stop, so the parking is tight.

Looking into the southern direction, from Oswald West Viewpoint; that is where I was aiming for.

I was glad to see the clouds were indeed burning off.

Neahkahnie Mountain is one of the highest points on the Oregon Coast – it stands at 1,661 feet above sea level. The view of the ocean from the turnouts along the highway are awesome.

And, during gray whale migrations (mid-December to mid-January & late-February to May) you can spot whales easily as large groups of whales (as many as 20,000 gray whales) pass through these waters; traveling from Alaska to their breeding waters in Baja California.

I’ve always wanted to do some whale watching … maybe I’ll pencil that in for the Spring of 2022 😊

Neahkahnie Mountain: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neahkahnie_Mountain

Highway US-101, Neahkahnie Mountain: https://www.oregonhistoryproject.org/articles/historical-records/highway-101-neahkahnie-mountain/#.YMzWqGhKjIU

Neahkahnie Mountain Bridge: https://bridgehunter.com/or/tillamook/neahkahnie-mountain/

Crossing a small bridge spanning the Nehalem River, I drove through a sleepy, quaint, shotgun town named Wheeler; with a throw-back-era vibe: there’s not much there to see, but it has a potent small town likability: I liked it 😉

Driving through Rockaway Beach reminded me of Longbeach, WA. It is basically a tourist trap; with lots of cute, colorful shops and resort housing lining both sides of the highway – tucked in among fancy housing for the wealthy. It’s a rich man’s get-away haven.

I made Hebo at 2:30 PM; it’s a pit-stop town. But family members have lived there at one time or another, so I’m familiar with it.

Hebo from Arch Cape; via US-101 S - 1 hr. 10 mins.

The IRA has determined that Christianity stems from the Republican Party. M.O.R.O.N.S.

IRS States Bible Teaching is Republican in Nature: https://www.globenewswire.com/news-release/2021/06/16/2248428/0/en/IRS-Denies-Religious-Group-Tax-Exempt-Status-States-Bible-teachings-are-affiliated-with-the-Republican-party.html

I am a Christian. I am not a Republican.

I am a Christian: I do not endorse any political party.

Politicians do not speak for me; or Christianity.

I forcefully kicked the IRS, and the neanderthal demonrats out of my thoughts: I intended to enjoy my day.

I am not going to allow the obamanites to highjack my thoughts and wreak havoc on my emotions. Wickedness does not get to set wildfires to my life.

Around 3 PM, I entered Lincoln City.

((((WHOOHOO!)))) I made it.

Without suffering any road trip anxiety 😊

I gassed up – I had only used ¼ tank of gas: GPS was telling me I’d have a 3 hr. 38 mins. return backtrack trip back home. I wasn’t backtracking … so, I wanted to make sure I had enough gas for the loop trip I was planning 😉

After topping the gas tank off, I went in search of food – all I had eaten was a chocolate filled croissant/cup of coffee for breakfast, and a soft drink on the road: my stomach was letting me know it was time to top it off too.

I was feeling confident, and accomplished.

I made Lincoln City!

Kyllo's Seafood & Grill from Hebo; via US-101 S - 31 mins.

Kyllo's Menu; I ordered the Goose Point Oyster meal.

And there went my Bingo! Winnings; hahaha

Interior of Kyllo's.

The view from my table.

My Meal; it was delish. But, it was extravagantly overpriced.

I watched the ocean waves, and people playing on the beach as I enjoyed my Supper.

The staff was friendly, polite, and attentive: I liked that.

The atmosphere was elegant, festive, and inviting: I liked that.

The food was wildly expensive … but also, pleasing: I liked that.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I was hit with a sharp jab of missingness: I don’t know why it sprang into my moment. Tears welled up, and the oysters stuck in my throat. I shook the missingness away, wiped my eyes, and finished eating my expensive celebratory meal.

But I was acutely aware that Bob was missing from my happy accomplishment. I knew, that if he were seeing me, he was applauding my success … but, as I sat at my fancy table, eating my fancy supper in a fancy, upscale food joint, my satisfied heart was missing Bob.

He always loved the ocean.

He would have enjoyed this place.

I determined I was not going to entertain the missingness: Bob would not want me to – he wanted me to live and to live fully.

I knew, though, that I was not going to be spending the night. I thought perhaps I would (the overnight bag was in the Highlander), but after the emotional moments at the table, I couldn’t have spent a night alone in a strange bed, in another State, alone with missingness coming at me out of left field.

I knew I would not enjoy that adventure, yet.

Another trip, for sure.

I’ll keep packing that overnight bag when I engage in all-day daytrips; and eventually, the timing will be right.

Little steps … 1 at a time.

I asked that my Key Lime Pie desert to be boxed, paid my supper tab, and beat feet for my parked car. Nearing the Highlander, I spotted a rock I nabbed as a remembrance of my victorious accomplishment.

The rock fits the ‘beach drive’ day 😉

My memento 'clam shell rock' from the parking lot; when I look at it, I will remember how much I grew, and spread my unfurling wings, on this Daytrip drive.

My drive to Lincoln City was a success – now it was time to embark on a new adventure, and hope that would also be a success. I shifted the car out of park and into go-mode.

Taking a chance with a new route home.

My new road adventure started somewhere around Otis – I’m not sure where it tied into the Neskowin junction and ended up in the Tillamook State Forest … but it did.

And it happened very smoothly.

Without road travel anxieties.

This new and adventurous return route looped through Otis (a veer off Hwy US-101 and onto Hwy #6), Neskowin (this was a windy corridor – the winds really buffeted the Highlander about), the Tillamook State Forest (a rocky, timbered, mountain Pass on Hwy #6 and along the Wilson River Highway), the NW Timber Road (a paved primitive highway – rough and snaky), Vernonia (familiar territory), Apiary Road (familiar road), and the Old Rainier Road (near Home Base).

This white bird was fledging 😉

Otis from Lincoln City; via US-101 N - 13 mins.

White Bird Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Cin0QzuEss

Tillamook State Forest: https://naturalatlas.com/forest-reserves/tillamook-state-forest-2240576

I didn’t actually go to Gales Creek … but I did skirt past it, as a roadside landmark. I pay attention to landmarks so I can map them later on, at home.

Gales Creek from Otis; via US-101 N & OR-6 E - 1 hr. 35 mins.

NW Timber Road at 1000 elevation, was rough. It was narrow, and snaky with hairpin curves … and by 6 PM … was as dark as 9 PM, because of the thick, leafy tree canopy that hung over the roadway.

NW Timber Road.

The road signs said ’35 mph’ and it really should be driven slower because some of those hairpin curves were sharp and deeply cut into the corners – but locals were driving the road at 80 mph! No joke.

There was civilization up there, too (houses, kids, school bus turnout), but it was a primitive environment. I did go through one habitated patch that looked like the movie “Deliverance’ could have been filmed there … but I was out of there in a hop-skip-&-a jump.

Thank the Lord, GPS did not go whacky on this route! This road is not on a paper map.

OR Paper Road Map.

I am having an enjoyable adventure; it's ALL NEW, and helpful in chasing the blues away.

The Timber Road was interesting ... but fun, too.

Take A Back Road Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=72k7xWfjTXc

This cross-cut-backcountry route shaved off a significant amount of driving time: and thank God, I have a bladder that behaves when pit stops are far and few between!

Hallelujah! Vernonia straight across the highway – there would be restrooms available if I needed to dive into one 😉

Driving through Vernonia, I realized the road I was on skirted the backside of St. Helens, OR; and I was on familiar ground 😊 Bob and I had driven the remaining roadway many, many times over the decades.

But ALL the return route to this point, had been NEW ground.

I was feeling very pleased with myself: not smug, but pleased that I had done something totally new.

And I had done it confidently.

A definite repeat drive - and I can access this road from Rainer, or St. Helens.

Old Rainier Road & Larson Road from Vernonia; via OR-47 N & Apiary Road - 43 mins.

MAP Lewis & Clark Bridge from Old Rainier Road, Larson Road, & US-30 E - 5 mins.

Cresting Rainier Hill - Columbia River Hwy 30 - and glad to see home getting closer.

I am doing more things comfortably, solo lobo.

I am making friends with GPS; and carrying paper maps in the car.

I am jumping out of my comfort zones.

I am building a life for myself; by myself.

And, I am finally – after 2½ decades – thinking of Longview as “home” (I can imagine Bob holding his hands in a prayer shape and breathing, ‘Hallelujah!’ 😉)