Into The Great Wide Open

The next leg of our journey saw us continue directly South down along the 101 - the scenic narrow coastal highway that winds and twists it's way along the Oregon coast. For the most part, the road is uncluttered and carves it's way unobstructed by nothing but the ever-changing landscape and small clusters of seaside towns and villages through which the road itself passes directly through. Naturally, the area is filled with state owned parks and reserves, many of which offer excellent RV campsites; sheltered, private, wild and surrounded by the natural foliage. It was via these state parks that we slowly traversed our way down the exquisite Oregon coastline. With little else but running water and a braai pit, we relished the simplification of our existence and celebrated with heaving, late-night bonfires, walks and rides onto empty, windswept beaches savoured with meat cooked over foraged wood. It was a time away from cities and people. We had space and blue skies and no agenda save for choosing a campsite each night. These peaceful nights spent under the northwest ski were interspersed with more generic activities like a visit to the Sea Lion Caves, some feeble attempts at sandboarding and the odd instant noodle roadside lunch. It was this leg of the journey where we really relished the practicality of our RV and the resourcefulness that this type of nomadic existence evokes.