Our stay at Devil’s Lake RV Park, Lincoln City, has been a lovely restful time. We arrived in the pouring rain – and I MEAN POURING! – and it continued for most of the weekend. Driving around, we were intrigued to see Tsunami hazard warnings all over the place – even on the restroom door – enough to hasten the already necessary visit! It was a sobering reminder that tsunamis do not only happen in far-off lands, and we were intrigued to see how many houses are built right on the beach, despite the signs….I guess one just gets on with life, whatever it may hold.
Saturday morning we decided to brave the freezing wind and drizzle, and headed a few miles south, to Depoe Bay, where they were having a boat show and annual Crab Feast. The little harbor is very picturesque, and we made our way down the hill in the Crab Feast shuttle (the local cab-driver was running a voluntary free service down a steep hill to the harbor). And what a Feast it was – young and old, standing in line, we were not sure what to expect, and when our turn came it was certainly worth the wait!
A HUGE crab each, along with salad, garlic bread and coffee, fit for a king. The king may have blanched at being handed a plastic bib and a small hammer to beat the meal, but beat it we did, to crack the shell and reach the succulent meat within!
Happy laughter and cheerful conversation with the locals, and lots of advice on the best way to extract the crab – what a wonderful, yummy experience!
Our last day here dawned sunny and warm, and we went for a long walk along the lake drive. It is really a beautiful place, and sitting here, beer in one hand and blog in the other, lighting up the barbecue for an early supper, we feel that life does not get much better than this.
The drive from the Merced River RV Park at Delhi to the Yosemite National Park was quite a bit longer than we expected – it took us nearly 3 hours,
on a beautiful road improbably cut through the mountains. 
Saturday morning – cold & drizzly, perfect for going to see the Lake Shasta Caverns. The drive took longer than expected, as the road from the highway down to the cavern ferry was the windiest road we have encountered to date – and we HAVE seen some! We arrived as the ferry was due to leave, and made it just in time, having left our rain jackets in the truck in our haste (to my great regret, as I nearly froze on the lake). The road from the landing , up to the mouth of the caves, was almost vertical in places – Sid was very glad he was not driving, and I was sorry that I was next to the window!
for us to manage 
The Sacramento River RV Park is pretty, full of trees newly clad in their spring greens,
the hectic 6 hour drive, and we were in bed early.
Coos Bay – what a disappointment! A lovely site for a park, right on the beach, but the facilities were very primitive, and the icy wind howled so hard that it wasn’t even possible to go for a walk on the beach! And in the morning, no hot water in the trickling shower………
The yellow flowering bushes along the road were a feature of the first part of the drive, evidence that spring IS in the air, despite all other indications to the contrary!
Today’s drive has been breathtaking. All along this stretch of the coast, the road has been cut into the mountainside that drops into the sea, and strange, enormous rocks jut out of the water, looking surreal and unlikely in the mirror-calm waters of the Pacific Ocean. The grey day added drama to the scenery, and we stopped several times to stare in disbelief!
Redwoods RV Park outside Crescent City is exactly what it purports to be – a spot in a grove of huge redwoods. Our little rig is totally dwarfed by the trees around us, and the peace of these giants soaks the area with a living silence that is almost tangible. After a hasty lunch, we drove a few miles down the road to the Jedediah Smith National Park, where we were given an entry permit to drive through and see the huge trees near the river there. For once in my life, I was speechless, and could only stare in wonder at the beauty around us. Even the fact that it is once again raining, cannot disturb the sense of restful peace that surrounds us here.
