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Gold Beach, Oregon
Sept. 27 -
October 4, 2005

West Coast Trip


Columbia River Gorge

Vista House Views

Delightful Dahlias

Roseburg RV Rally

Gold Beach

Jetboat Ride


Coast Drive


Jedediah Smith SP

Fern Canyon

Trees of Mystery

Newton Drury Drive

Lady Bird Grove

Ave. of the Giants



Only 139 miles down the road, our first stop on the Oregon Coast was Gold Beach. It's hard to go too far too fast on the coastal highway because it's just so beautiful, I want to stop at every viewpoint to gawk at the surf crashing around the seastacks. It doesn't help that mom keeps screaming at every turn, "Look at that Malia -- oh, never mind, watch the road -- but you just oughta see this!" I can't resist, so I pull over and even though we've only gone a couple of miles, each viewpoint is equally worthy of a peak and a picture.
A Gold Beach legendary lady has seen better days - The Mary D. Hume was built from a 141 foot white cedar tree cut just downstream from this spot. She was launched in 1881 from this dock and remained in active service for the next 97 years, a record for any vessel on the Pacific Coast. A long, diverse, and sometimes tragic history led her back here in 1978 within feet of the place of her birth for her final resting place. At least she has a great view of the beautiful Patterson Rogue River Bridge.
Our first home in the area was at Turtle Rock Resort. See my Malia's Miles pages about this great place and its owners for more pictures and details.

A short path from the park brought us to this beach and this was one of our favorite seastacks. Even though it was quite chilly and windy, we enjoyed watching the waves crash around it.

This is also where mom found her "treasure" of a feather from a seagull. She said it was actually a sign from one of her friends who had recently passed who told her she would send feathers as a sign she was saying hello from the other side. Both mom and I believe in such "crazy" notions.

Our favorite neighbor and the park's namesake, Turtle Rock. Use your imagination and I'm sure you'll see why it's aptly named.
One day we took a drive out to see the Myrtlewood trees near Lobster Creek. The trail was too steep for mom, so she wanted to just sit and soak it all in. I went on ahead for a little bit. Coming back down, I caught this picture of her sitting on the bench looking like she was in church, she was in such awe. (She's the red dot in the middle of the forest.)
Here I am feeling like a dot next to this giant Myrtlewood king -- and he wasn't even the biggest guy in this jungle!

Places I've


(Alaska trip)
Victoria, BC

Cedar Point


New Orleans

New York
  Niagara Falls
After 9-11

Oregon Coast/
CA Redwoods



National Parks
I've seen


Denali NP

Glacier NP

Grand Canyon

Grand Tetons

Olympic (WA)



Malia's Miles

Crater Lake

Hot Springs




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