On Friday, Cliff and I got out of work early so we decided to load up the car and head west to the beach. Rudy did such a great job on our outing last weekend that we didn't even think twice about the trip and a night of camping. Well, maybe we should have.
The road to Florence is a little bit windey. It didn't take long for Rudy to start whining as he wasn't feeling the car. I slowed down and took it easy and in 75 minutes we arrived on highway 101. We headed to Honeyman State Park as we heard really great things about it from Cliff's Mema and Grandaddy (as I think they took their honeymoon there???). We pulled up and quickly realized that the park is no joke. The had a few spots left and we were quickly assigned to space 122. There were so many cars, RVs, ATVs, and everything else under the moon parked in each of the site spots. The campground was huge with 417 spots!!!
Rudy continued to whine and bark the whole time. When we pulled up to our spot Cliff and I didn't know if we should feel relieved or more stressed. We got out, put up the tent, and started to cook dinner. Rudy was so stressed out. The car ride wasn't pleasant but now he didn't know what to do with all of the kids, bikes, squirrels, cars, etc. It was not good. So, Cliff and I made the un-fun decision to pack it all up and go home. It reminded me of stories of parents who threaten kids on a car ride about "if you don't quite we will turn this car around and go straight back home!". Well that was us. But with a dog. Not a kid. In 15 minutes we were back at the ranger station putting in for our refund. The line was pretty long and it was taking the ranger a while to process the refund. I apologized to the lady behind me and she sweetly remarked "No problem. I had little ones once too". I smiled and didn't mention that we were leaving due to our dog not a child being fussy.
We decided to not throw in the whole towel and instead we continued west until we hit sand. Rudy had never been to the beach and I was really excited to see what he would do. Well, was pretty excited to run like a mad man. I mean, he loved it. We brought the tennis ball chucker and he was happy.
As we moved closer to the water, he was a little confused. He tried to walk into the ocean and quickly remembered that he hates water. From there on he stopped retrieving the tennis ball either because of the salt water or because of the sand. Either way we figured we should packet it up and head back home.
So our four hours in Florence was actually more like an hour and a half in Florence and two and a half in the car.
With this said, I think I should mention that Friday kicked off what is going to be a whole week of really hot weather. High 80s and 90s. With this said, with the heat inland this is what the beach looked like...on a Friday afternoon. As you can see it was hopping. There were three people in their bathing suites actually playing in the water (I've never seen that before!). They are the three little dots to the left. There were also a few sunbathers in bathing suits hanging out on towels. They are the little dots to the right. And there was an older guy with his dog walking on the beach. They are the little dots in the middle. Oh how I enjoy you Oregon coast.
No comments:
Post a Comment