A Move To Newport

We spent four nights at the Elks lodge in Florence, but by yesterday, I was ready for a change of scenery. So it was time to move on.

We pulled out of the Elks lodge, and drove a mile or two to the city marina and campground to use their dump station. I’m sure glad my buddy Greg White found that screw on black water valve, because the handle on our old valve has come completely loose!

With that chore done, we stopped for fuel, at $4.07 a gallon, and Miss Terry hooked up the Explorer to our Blue Ox tow bar while I pumped the fuel. After a quick light check, we hit the road.

It was 50 miles to the Elks lodge in Newport, but it was a slow 50 miles. The highway has a lot of 25 and 30 mile per hour curves, and is narrow two lanes most of the way. There were not many pullouts on the northbound side, but I took advantage of the ones we did see to pull over and let traffic get past us.

There were also several bridges to cross, but none of them were too bad.

We have seen a lot of old VW vans along the coast, and all of them have been in very nice condition.

Okay, I lied when I said that none of the bridges were bad. The Yaquina Bay Bridge coming into Newport is high and narrow, but I didn’t snivel. Well, not too much. 🙂

Newport is a friendly little town. It even says so on the town signs!

I was glad we bought fuel in Florence, because diesel in Newport is $4.33 a gallon!

There were two other RVs at the Elks lodge, where we got a back in RV site with 30 amp electric and water, for $15/night. The sites are on blacktop, and nice and level.

Once we had the motorhome parked and hooked up, we drove down to the waterfront for a late lunch at the original Mo’s Restaurant. Mo’s is a chain along the coast that began here, and they are famous for their clam chowder. Unfortunately, it has onion in it, so I had to pass. Terry had the chowder in a sourdough bread bowl, and I had grilled oysters. It was okay, but I’ve had better, and Terry said the chowder she had last week at Sporthaven Marina in Brookings was better.

After dinner, we checked out the marina. That arched structure you see in the background is the bridge that we crossed coming into town!

Newport is a working fishing town, and there were crab traps stacked up at the marina. You can buy fresh crab and fish right off the boats, and we’ll probably do that while we’re here.

Back home, I finished another ten pages of the new issue of the Gypsy Journal, and then turned the computer over to Bad Nick, who posted a new Bad Nick Blog titled I’m Offended. Check it out, you might be offended too.

We’ll be here a few days while I finish the paper and we try to get in some sightseeing, too. There are some neat shops along the waterfront that we’re looking forward to checking out.

Thought For The Day – It’s not hard to meet expenses … they’re everywhere.

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