In revisiting the small coastal towns along this route, I keep asking myself, “What exactly did I find to do in this town for a whole week last time?” I have to continually remind myself “You were working 8 hours a day, five days of that week.” Although I may have spent a week in that town, by the time I accounted for the work week plus drive time on the weekends, I really only had a day to explore. Since I have more time for exploring on this trip, I looked forward to prodding and probing deeper in each stop along the way while revisiting some of my favorite destinations. Only I am finding I may have allotted more time than I need.
It’s a good thing I have a few waypoints planned along the way to slow me down. Without the structure of the job to hold me down, I might otherwise be in Alaska by now without a map. I scheduled some meet-ups with friends, and I need to have some minor repairs done to the Winnie. After my major hitch overhaul, my tow lights still don’t work properly. And the Tracker has a chronic short in the battery terminal wiring that needs to be addressed.
The little coastal towns are dripping with charm for the tourist-minded. Lots of curio shops. Picturesque marinas with charters for hire. And an abundance of local restaurants advertising “Readers Choice Winner! Best Fish & Chips on the Oregon Coast!” But I wasn’t much of a shopper even back in my “metropolitan-ite” days. Even less so now. And one can only stroll so many docks dreaming of a life at sea before they all start to look alike and the catchy boat names become redundant. That only leaves one thing….all the charming restaurants, which I can’t afford…physically even more than financially.
So I’ve temporarily reached my limit of coastal charm. I’ve had enough of the Salt Water Taffy shops, the smell of fried Fish & Chips coming from the ventilators, and tourist shops selling rainbow-colored windsocks and glittered jelly fish encapsulated in glass made in China. The breaking point for me is the Bandon Beach tee-shirt emblazoned with the slogan, “Classy, Sassy, and a little bit Smart Assy.”
Even the moody, broody fog is starting to get to me. I’m cold, and I’m tired of wearing long pants and a jacket in the summertime. And I am in serious hiking withdrawal. If I continue on at this pace, I fear I won’t enjoy the second half of the summer, for which I have planned more of the same.
I need a temporary break from the coast. Time for me to retreat into the woods…before the coast is clear.