November 2-10, 2017
We spent one rainy week camped on the Oregon Coast at a mostly-empty county RV park right outside of Florence, Oregon. It felt good to be back on the road again after our month in Wenatchee, but it was also jarring to go from the busy, logistically-complicated month of happy life in community back to long slow days trapped in a small trailer while the rain drizzled down on the roof. It was pretty uneventful, but also just the rest I needed. We spent multiple days at the local library in the great children’s area, frequented the hip little downtown coffee shop (even doing school there one morning), met up with another full-time RV family we found on Instagram, and tried to enjoy the beach outside our back window every time the sun came out.
One morning we checked out the Hobbit Trail, a short but interesting path to the beach from Hwy 101. It was aptly named.
Florence was a fun, quirky little town. The majority of the population seemed to be liberal, elderly women that could be heard discussing edibles at the local coffee shop. I always love eavesdropping, but it was particularly delightful in this place. So even though this destination could have brought much more amusement, and Brad always seems to be able to charm older folks into loving him, we just couldn’t stay too long. Since we didn’t leave Wenatchee until November 1st, winter will be chasing us down the coast as we travel south. We also have the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range to cross, hopefully before the snow. So instead of enjoying these drippy lush forests any longer, we enjoyed our week and then it was time to move on.