The RV Goes to the Doctor

And Stays Overnight in the RV Hospital

The RV is just over 4-years-old now and has travelled over 32,000 miles.

Lots of little and not so little things have gone wrong and caused us concern and cost us a few pennies, like a seatbelt, a new door, 3 new locks, and 2 replaced slide toppers. We still need 2 new window screens, 2 puck lights, and 2 overhead lights that the manufacturer no longer makes.

So… We scheduled an appointment to get the lights and screens taken care of as well as an overall maintenance check on August 1st before heading to the Olympic Peninsula, Mt. Ranier, and Glacier National Park.

The nearest RV “doctor” is in Coos Bay, 50 miles north of Port Orford.

The RV needed new caulking which meant the old stuff had to be removed and replaced. The wrong sized puck lights were ordered so new ones had to be re-ordered. The overhead lights could not be replaced and Tony’s doesn’t do screens.

We made an appointment for September 17th hoping that the caulking and 2 puck lights would be an in-patient procedure and that our home would not have to stay overnight.


We spend the windy and wet day in Charleston, a quaint fishing village 8 miles from Coos Bay and North Bend.

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Charleston is located just inside the entrance to the bay of Coos Bay. It is home to a large commercial fishing fleet and to some of the finest recreation and most beautiful scenery of the Northwest. (visittheoregoncoast.com)

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Cape Arago Highway leads to Shore Acres State Park…

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Bastendorff Beach County Park…

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Sunset Bay State Park…

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And dead ends in a loop around Cape Arago State Park…

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When we arrive at the tip of the loop, we attempt to walk out to the ocean view but are barely able to stand up! We are literally almost “blown away” by the wind. So, we lunch on the fish and chips special which includes a cup of chowder at Portside Restaurant in Charlestown.

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The restaurant sends its own boats out to catch the fresh fish of the day.


Upon returning to Tony’s RV Service & Repair, we learn that the RV needs to spend the night. We can either drive back to Port Orford, 50 miles south, and return tomorrow or stay overnight in a motel.

We decide to find a room in Coos Bay instead of driving back and forth again.

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The next morning we return to Charleston and revisit the Cape Arago Beach Loop. Much calmer now…

A whale arches it’s back.

And let’s off “steam”…


We have lunch at Sumin’s Asian Restaurant and Sushi Bar in Coos Bay.

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Absolutely DELICIOUS!


After lunch we pick up the RV, pay the $850 for labor and materials, and head back to Port Orford. Once again, the wrong sized puck lights were ordered. Maybe next summer we’ll finally get the right size and have these 2 lights replaced! Meanwhile we will head down to Thousand Palms, California on the 24th of September to volunteer as hosts again on the Coachella Valley Preserve.

A Long Haul for Groceries

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Today we travel to Coos Bay to grocery shop at Walmart. As I mentioned in a previous post, Port Orford’s only supermarket, Ray’s Place, is quite expensive. So, upon the advice of a local resident, we made a day trip out of grocery shopping.

Actually, Coos Bay is familiar to us. Last summer we stayed in Remote, OR, 47 miles away. The nearest supermarket was in Myrtle Point, almost 20 miles one way.

We head up the coast past the town named after the Sixes River.  We are so absorbed recalling all the little memorable landmarks we passed through last August, as we headed down the coast, that we take no notice of how fast we are driving as we enter the town of Langlois.

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No sooner does Jeff realize the need to slow down then we both see the patrol car sitting on the other side of the road.

We are getting a ticket! The cop car turns around and follows us and lights up. We pull over. I start to panic because our car insurance documents are in my email. I haven’t printed them out yet. (Ah, some of the complications of full-time RVing.) I quickly find the email but I forget my login name and password.

The officer approaches and introduces himself. Oh yeah, we know why we are pulled over, 49 in a 40. We tell him the truth, admit we are guilty and explain we know better. I fumble with bringing up our proof of insurance. The officer tells me not to worry. He can check Progressive from his computer. He takes the registration of our vehicle. Jeff and I wish we had paid more attention to the speed limit.

Meanwhile, I access our electronic car insurance document. I want to jump out and show it to the policeman, but he told us to remain in the car. Finally he returns and I triumphantly show him our proof of insurance which he politely notes. And then, instead of a ticket we get a warning ⚠️!!!!! How lucky is that??????????

We are ever grateful for our wake-up call as we travel through Bandon and head to Coos Bay, under the speed limit, I might add.

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Never having shopped at Walmart for groceries before, we were surprised that this store was a full supermarket. The prices met our budget and the variety of fresh produce, frozen vegetables, meats, and canned goods exceeded our expectations. (I mean, we found fresh parsnips and beets, frozen chopped kale and butternut squash, lean ground beef and chicken breasts, and low sodium canned tomatoes and beans!)

By the end of our shopping spree, circling the outer edge and zigzagging from aisle to aisle, we are exhausted and the cart is getting heavy to push.

We spend $305 and fill every bag we brought to the brim! (We are accustomed to bringing our own bags everywhere in CA because a new state law charges customers for plastic bags, encouraging people to re-use bags and reduce landfills. I don’t think OR has such a law yet.)

By the time we return and find a home for all the groceries, we are too tired to cook dinner.

We share a carry out of chowder and fish and chips from the Crazy Norwegian. (How appropriate… Crazy Laurel and Jeff now spending even more money when we are trying to cut down on our expenses!)

But the food is worth every penny! (I wish I had taken pictures of our meal… but my idea to do a food review of the restaurants in Port Orford wasn’t planted yet.)

Creamy homemade clam chowder with bacon, carrots, potatoes and lots of clams.

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The fish is fresh Alaskan Pacific cod, lightly battered and fried, not greasy. The coleslaw and tartar sauce are homemade and delicious.

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I only have a carry out menu to refer to but the House Favorites include shrimp, clams, and prawns. Homemade pies and local cranberry juice round out the menu. (I am purposely omitting the chicken strips, burgers, and chili on the menu for the non-fish lovers.)

We will return and dine in where I can learn more and order off the full menu of this crazy, local, and oh so popular little restaurant.

Beyond Remote

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Bridge, Oregon is the next little community roughly 8 miles away.

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The town’s history began in 1870 as a post office with the name, Enchanted Prairie. In 1883 the new postmaster, who lived 2 miles west, changed both the location and name of the post office to Angora.  The post office retained its name but relocated twice more to the homes of each new postmaster. In 1894 the Bridge post office was established and named for the bridge crossing the Middle Fork Coquille River. The post office remained open until 1945.

in the meantime, Bridge became a stagecoach stop where horses were exchanged. By 1915 the town had a creamery, sawmill, gristmill, school, and a church. In 1940 the population totaled 39.  The church, founded in 1900, still exists today as the Bridge Community Church. (en.m.wikipedia.org)
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Myrtle Point is another 9 miles west of Bridge. It’s a small city of less than 3,000 but it is our nearest grocery store, hardware store, dentist, and hair salon. It is 15 miles from the Pacific Ocean. (en.m.wikipedia.org)

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Coquille is the next stop along Highway 42, 9 miles from Myrtle Point.

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Named after the River which borders this small city and the tribe of Native Americans who first settled here, Coquille’s economic base is the timber industry. (en.m.wikipedia.org)

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Coos Bay is a city about 18 miles north of Coquille along Highway 101, where the Coos River enters the bay on the Pacific Ocean. Bordering North Bend, the two cities are often referred to as the Bay Area and, with a combined population of around 16,000, Coos Bay-North Bend is the largest city on the Oregon coast. The bay itself, is an S-shaped inlet 10 miles long and 2 miles wide.

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Thousands of years ago members of the Coos, Coquille, Siuslaw, and Umpqua tribes lived here to hunt, fish, and gather. In 1579 Sir Francis Drake supposedly came here seeking shelter with his ship, the Golden Hinde.

The earliest settlement of European Americans, called Camp Castaway, was established in January of 1852 by the survivors of the shipwrecked schooner, Captain Lincoln, en route from San Francisco. (en.m.wikipedia.org)

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So, you get a better picture now of where we are staying through mid-September. Isolated, yes, but rustic, rural, and beautiful as well. We still have lots to discover and learn. For example, we have yet to explore one of the roads off of Highway 42. And some weekend we plan on traveling up the mountain side when no logging trucks come barreling out of the forests, and all we have to avoid are the hunters.

The only downside for me is that there is nowhere nearby where I can take my 5 mile walks. I walked to the covered bridge and back on Highway 42 once, praying I wouldn’t become roadkill each time a logging truck sped by me. The worrying defeated the purpose of my exercise. So, I am now resigned to taking it easy for the next few months and embracing the beauty and challenges of my remote RV lifestyle, pun intended!