I love the sounds of birds chirping and pounding surf as the sun begins to dip low in the sky. The horizon glows a dusky blue, interrupted with shades of orange and pink. That’s what I can see and hear tonight, as I gaze out upon the Oregon Coast from the comfort of the living room. Some would argue that it’s too chilly to have the windows open. I would argue that this is the very purpose for blankets!
I left Portland this morning with a different set of goals. I’ve gone searching for waterfalls, for mountains, but not for….airplanes. You see, Oregon has some interesting airplane locations. With some guidance from Mr. Johnny, I thought I’d head out in search of bombers and a Goose.
The first place I went was to a restaurant parking lot. Yep, you read that right. At one time, there was a gas station, and the people who owned the gas station thought it would be fun to use a decommissioned B-17 bomber for a canopy over their gas station. Fast forward several decades, and this is what remains:
Now it sits in the restaurant parking lot. Dad says the’s a group trying to raise funds to restore it. He said, too, that the front should have been there in a building. I looked around and didn’t see it anywhere. All I found was a surfboard design shop and a greenhouse.
After that, I headed for McMinnville, Oregon, home of Evergreen Aviation. What’s so special about Evergreen? They happen to own the largest airplane to ever fly- the Spruce Goose. If you’ve seen Leo DiCaprio’s The Aviator, then you know the story of Howard Hughes and the Spruce Goose. This plane is MASSIVE. It’s hard to believe they ever got it off the ground. The museum also has a nice collection of WWII era planes, including a P-38 Lightning. That’s a plane thst I had never seen before. and if you know me well, you know that I’ve seen lots of planes. The collecton had some early fliers, too.
I eventually made it to Lincoln City, where the road I was traveling met up with Highway 101. About 10 minutes into the drive, I got the first glimpse of the Pacific. I turned off the rad, rolled down the windows, and breathed in the tangy, salty air. Ahhh. When I found the rental house, I was really excited to see the ocean view. I opened the windows and immediately took a peaceful nap. I wandered down to the beach. What a beautiful beach, even if it is different than the soft sandy kind. I’m excited to do some more exploring the tomorrow.
I found a quaint little restaurant in town called The Drift Inn. It had great atmosphere! The place was aged enough to have some character, the food was great, but best of all-they had terrific live music! It was just the right kind for dinner, mellow and not so loud it drowned out conversation. I picked up a few groceries, came back to the house and watched the sunset. Peaceful. Very peaceful.
Listening to the surf under western skies,