Many years ago, I wrote a story about Port Orford. Not only is the scenery magnificent from the Visitor Center, but if you drive down to the pier just off the main drag, you may see a huge crane lifting boats up on to the pier. Even the fishing fleet must be hoisted up to dry dock. They are stored on rolling cradles until they go out again. The water is so rough there, they couldn’t get in and out otherwise. Just north a ways, the Cape Blanco Lighthouse and State Park are located just a short drive off #101 and worth a drive out.
One tiny park had “Plover nesting volunteers.” These full-time RVers parked in town but spent the days at the beach meeting and greeting people with information on the nesting Western Snowy Plovers. They sat in chairs huddled against a bush out of the wind while she knitted. Whenever anyone came in, they delighted them with 8 X 12 photos in plastic showing the plovers in various sizes and stages and explaining the project to save the plovers. Dogs were supposed to be on a leash to keep them out of the plover nests and habitat. The day before, a fellow argued with them about letting his dog run and called them names. Amazing how rules are only meant for those willing to follow them for the greater good.
Until next week, God Bless.
– Sharlene Minshall
At 45, Widow Minshall began 20 years of solo full-time RVing throughout Alaska, Mexico, and Canada. Sharlene canoed the Yukon, mushed sled dogs, worked a dude ranch, visited Hudson Bay polar bears, and lived six months on a Mexican beach. She lectured at Life on Wheels, published six RV-related books and wrote a novel, “Winter in the Wilderness.”