Lighthouse Road Trip – Day 10 – Winchester Bay to Port Orford

Happy Mother’s Day

We have stayed in peaceful and sweet-smelling campgrounds, which have been glorious, but not conducive to a daily blog that relies on T-Mobile cell service. Hobbling along, here is the latest.

I opted to backtrack to the Sourdough Bakery in Winchester Bay for breakfast with hopes to post Day 9’s blog. The bakery displayed a delicious looking array of sourdough loaves, but offered few breakfast items. I think their specialty is their giant, and I mean giant, cinnamon rolls. I chose a scone and sat down to attack my blog.

The scone went down like a brick of lard and my videos wouldn’t go down at all. Better luck next time.

Back on the road, we saw two lighthouses. Some of our group jumped the gun on tomorrow’s schedule and saw three lighthouses, but not I.

30 miles south of Winchester Bay, we could observe Cape Arago Lighthouse from a distance. It’s the third in a succession of lighthouses built on a detached cliff that the Coos Indians called Chief’s Island. Did the chief used to live there? Did it look like their chief? I don’t know.

Since it is not a very historical building and no longer functions, we were content to use the zoom feature in our cameras while standing in a parking turnout on Cape Arago State Park. And there was no other choice.

As noted in a previous post, at one time there were lighthouses approximately every forty miles along the Oregon Coast. The Coquille River Lighthouse is a 38.5 mile drive south of the Cape Arago Lighthouse.

It’s a humble little guy that barely escaped the wrecking ball. A lighted buoy has replaced its function to guard the entrance to the river, important for shipping timber. As one of “The Eight” surviving lighthouses in Oregon, the Coquille River Lighthouse merely decorates the landscape. The locals light it up at Christmas.

Some of us spent time enjoying the expanse of sandy, windswept beach. I tagged along with Bill and Rita to seek lunch in the fishing village of Bandon across the Coquille River. Others of our group were already there.

We spent an hour or two exploring the wharf, shops, and Farmers Market in Bandon,

then meandered down the coast between Bandon and Humbug Mountain State Park, where we are parked for two nights.

Day 11 is a day of rest or “free play.” Some of us will seek active cell phone waves to call the mothers we want to bless, such as my daughter, Amy, and my daughter-in-law, Erica.

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