Today I saw the world’s smallest harbour

Waldport, OR

Today was drama-free, aside from the spectacular dramatic sights along my journey. I got up, packed up, drove to the next designated stopping spot, set up, spent the afternoon sightseeing and am now tucked into my little home for the night. This is a good thing.

From now on I am not going to pay any attention at all to the forecast because today was supposed to be cloudy all day, and it was absolutely beautiful; sunny and up to about 18 degrees.
On Saturday when I went to the cheese factory, I traversed the first part of today’s travels and today I carried on further south. There really are no words to describe the beauty of this coast. At one of my stops today, I had a chat with Pat and Harry from Indiana, and we talked about all the different kinds of beauty, and this coast definitely fits one of those notions. They too said I was brave to be doing this trip by myself. I know when people say that out loud that in their head they are substituting “crazy” for “brave”.

As I said, I set up camp early this afternoon at this most adorable campsite at the mouth of the Alsea River just over the bridge from Waldport. I then back tracked to visit some of the spots that I had seen along the way in a hurry since it was sunny and one never knows how long that might be.

I stopped at Seal Rocks and took some pics, and talked to a young man who was cycling along the Oregon Coast Cycle Route. I asked him what advice he’d have for my friends who would be doing some bicycling along the coast next year and he had two pieces of advice. Don’t leave it till October, do it in September when it’s not so crowded as summer and you have a better chance of good weather and take your time and enjoy it. Good advice I thought. So there you go Brenda.

Depoe Bay was my turn-around point and I stopped at the Chowder Bowl just across the main street from one of the most spectacular views, for a cup of clam chowder and salad and plotted my stops for this afternoon. The chowder was excellent and the soup, salad and garlic toast plus my usual diet coke was all under $15, U.S. of course. Seems like just yesterday I was sitting on the east coast of Canada doing the same thing. It was Cape Breton at the beginning of June, 4 and 1/2 months ago. Hard to believe.

Defoe Bay claims to have the world’s smallest navigable harbour, which is where the whale watching boats are tied up. There is a resident pod of grey whales that I managed to see some evidence of this afternoon, having seen several spouts in a matter of just a few minutes when one of the locals pointed them out to me. And the fishing scene from “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” was filmed here. There is a really small channel into the harbour and although it was rough enough to shut down the whale watching tours, the water was like glass in the harbour.

Next it was along the Otter Crest Loop, a must do for bicyclists, and a stop at Cape Foulweather (named by Captain James Cook during his 1778 voyage) to see the Devil’s Punch Bowl, and as it turns out hundreds of resident pelicans. The Devil’s Punch Bowl is a sandstone formation that waves slosh in and out of creating quite the spray when it is high tide and the waves are high. Unfortunately neither was the case today.

Further down the coast, at Newport, I visited Yaquina Head Outstanding Natural Area and shot pics of the Lighthouse there as well as the Yaquina Bay Lighthouse which was just a mile or so further south.

I did a quick loop down to Nye Beach (where the sunset pic is taken) and Historic Newport Bay, but it was getting dark so I headed home after a fabulous day on the road.