Following Oregon’s Rugged Coastline – 12 July 18

A lovely start to the morning with a gorgeous run along the beach, I just need to remember how good it feels to get out there and exercise…

Noah and Wes spend the early morning with maths school work. I am not sure at what level they will be when they return to school, it is a little scary and not in a good way.

By 10.30 am we were all packed up and following Miss USA’s instructions to turn right onto US 101 North.

We followed Oregon’s stunning rugged coastline with lots of scenic photos stops along the way. The drive was beautiful.

We had reached our destination for tonight, Gold Beach by midday and before checking into the campground we decided to find out some information on the jet boat rides up the Rogue River.

The nurses at the Urgent Care had suggested the experience to us and even with Wes’ broken arm, they advised he would be fine (we would have wrapped him up in cotton wool). We just needed to cover his cast…apparently, we will get wet.

As the company had available spots for the 2.15pm, 80 miles round trip departure, we decided to book it.

Next door to the Port Hole Cafe to fill our hungry tummies before the 4.45 hour trip up the Rogue River on Jerry’s Rogue Jets.

Soon we were boarded and ready to go. The scenery was spectacular and although the beginning of the journey was brisk the weather warmed up nicely as we rode inland.

Wes loved the 360-degree spins, I was not so keen.

After two hours of amazing landscapes and wind through our hair, we stopped at Agness and the Cougar Lane Lodge for an early dinner. We were all still full from lunch and settled for an ice-cream. It was also too cold for us little Aussies to swim or splash in the river, we spent the 1.5 hr stop relaxing under the lovely trees.

Time to get back on Jerry’s Jet Boat and return to Gold Beach. To say the ride back was cold is an understatement, it was possibly the second coldest I have ever been in my whole life (the first was walking up Mount Wellington in Hobart). Like Hobart, it was a combination of being underdressed (where were the blankets they promised us?) and having a natural hairdryer on temperature artic blown in your face for 1.5 hrs…

When we saw the bridge that opens into the Gold Beach Harbor my chattering teeth and shivering body paused in relief.

Off the boat and back to the Port Hole Cafe for more average food, at least it was a warm spot to thaw.

Back to the motorhome, time to set up camp at the Oceanside RV Park and turn the heaters on. The fog had continued to drift in which made it feel very eerie outside. Let’s settle in for the night.