Before we left Oregon House a guy about my age comes up to me and asked what is the name of that guy with the white hair. Apparently, he worked with Bill in Portland doing Public housing projects. His name is Gordon Peters. Bill's respected up and down the Coast. Bill had a hard time recalling him but not the work they did together.
On our way to Arch Cape we stopped at the Sear Lions Cave. There was NOT one Sea Lion in the Cave. We did see a few of the swimming from high about at the lookout but big deal. A disappointed to say the least.
However, the drive to Arch Cape was fabulous. We passed larger towns like Newport and smaller ones like Tillamook all the time hugging the coastline. I was wondering where it was and Bill said we would go though a tunnel first. Sure enough he was correct, we went though a tunnel that is craved out of the mountain and about five minutes later I came upon the sign that said Inn at Arch Cape.
I do not know what Arch Cape is because it is not a city, not a town because there is no commercial center or anything, just houses and a magnificent beach. Bill calls it a settlement that was good enough for me.
I pulled into the driveway, stepped into the door that said welcome and expected to see a desk with someone. Instead there is a small area with telephone, fax, newspapers and key-boxes with a phone number to call. I call the number to a welcoming female voice who gives me all the details to the room and the code to unlock the key box for our room key. All very unorthodox but effective nonetheless. Our room was number 1. Actually, it was a small apartment. So we put down our bags and settled in.
On our way to Arch Cape we stopped at the Sear Lions Cave. There was NOT one Sea Lion in the Cave. We did see a few of the swimming from high about at the lookout but big deal. A disappointed to say the least.
However, the drive to Arch Cape was fabulous. We passed larger towns like Newport and smaller ones like Tillamook all the time hugging the coastline. I was wondering where it was and Bill said we would go though a tunnel first. Sure enough he was correct, we went though a tunnel that is craved out of the mountain and about five minutes later I came upon the sign that said Inn at Arch Cape.
I do not know what Arch Cape is because it is not a city, not a town because there is no commercial center or anything, just houses and a magnificent beach. Bill calls it a settlement that was good enough for me.
I pulled into the driveway, stepped into the door that said welcome and expected to see a desk with someone. Instead there is a small area with telephone, fax, newspapers and key-boxes with a phone number to call. I call the number to a welcoming female voice who gives me all the details to the room and the code to unlock the key box for our room key. All very unorthodox but effective nonetheless. Our room was number 1. Actually, it was a small apartment. So we put down our bags and settled in.
The road leaving the beautiful, serene Oregon House.
No Sea Lions but a nice photo.
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