Teardrop Camping Diaries Day 2
– Day Two –
Nesika Beach is part of the beautiful Oregon coast, north of Gold Beach just off Highway 101. The sand comes right up to the parking lot, greeting your feet as soon as you step out of your car. When we arrived here on the second leg of our trip, it was just after sunrise and the breeze was wet with morning dew and the pungent smell of seaweed. As soon as we had pulled into our new campsite and dropped off our gear, we headed straight for the beach. From this area you can watch the surfers, walkers and joggers, and dogs eager to run and play, all times of the year. People saunter along the shoreline collecting beach treasures, taking photographs, or just spend their time relaxing and napping on the beach.
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Gray whales are also known to frequent the water at this time, and I was lucky enough to spot the plumes of water spouting in the distance during our hike along the coastal bluffs. With my binoculars, I watched the horizon for further signs, and seconds later I saw a hump-back breach the water and slowly slide back down. These magnificent mammals regularly travel the waters here during their migration patterns and they provide excellent sights. Many boats go out on the water just so visitors can watch the pods swim by, through the area’s professional whale watching tours. The air that comes off of the ocean here is extra fresh and clean. It is some of the purest air you can breathe. The beaches are spotless and absent of the normal surging crowds. For such a beautiful sight, it seems like this place is a secret local treasure that we just discovered. The day we spent here was great fun, and though we wanted to run right into the ocean, the cool breeze kept us only toe-deep.
After we were too tired and hungry to carry on, we went back to our campsite and set up a canopy and unfolded a table and chairs around the small kitchenette on my teardrop trailer. It was a late lunch, and we made everything from hotdogs and hamburgers to grilled cheese on the small and convenient stovetop. We zippered down the net to keep the bugs away from our feast, and we drank, ate, and talked for hours. As the sun went down, we all pulled our sleeping bags around a growing campfire and I snuggled with my tuckered dog Jacks near the warmth. Soon I was yawning just as loud as my dog was and I said my goodnights to the group. Jacks and I settled in for the night in my warm teardrop trailer, ready to feel the comfort of a real bed under four walls. We’ll spend the early morning tomorrow having our coffee and breakfast while getting ready to go further south; next stop is down the Pacific Coast Byway to Cape Sebastian State Park.
