This morning, I stepped into my running shoes and headed for the beach. The path is so familiar now. We walked, pedaled and drove it over the past week to its ocean end. We trekked in the sand for a few miles in the morning and watched the sun set brilliantly in the evening. Listening to the waves as I ran, I thought, “I love living near the beach”, for a time anyway. Then it hit me! This is the wonder of life on the road….to live by the beach or in a forest or near a big city or in the desert…..to experience what each new venue offers, the people, history, sites, activities and especially catching up with friends and relatives along the way. It feels perplexingly like home, for a time anyway.
So, our home for another week is on the Oregon coast at Bullards Beach State Park in Bandon. It’s a beautiful place to call “home”. Betty loves her private space secluded by tall trees and natural greenery with a spacious side yard. Our neighborhood consists of 1,289 acres of forests, campgrounds, sand dunes and 4 miles of beach, plus access to the Coquille River Lighthouse.
This beacon dates back to 1896, was decommissioned in 1939 and restored in 1979 as an interpretive center. We took the tour, including the spiral staircase up the tower to the watch level – what a view!
Thus began our quest to tour other lighthouses. We drove south to the Cape Blanco Lighthouse, the oldest standing sentinel on the Oregon coast and our favorite so far!
Commissioned in 1870, it sets on a cliff top 245 feet above the ocean at the westernmost point of the Oregon coast. Its tower rises another 59 feet.This sentinel, established to aid shipping for the lumber and gold mining industries was renovated by the U.S. Coast Guard with automated equipment in 1980.
The tour portrayed “a day in the life” of the lighthouse keepers and their families who had to farm, raise cattle, etc. for their own sustenance.
Relics (tools, log books, equipment) are displayed. We climbed the original 59 foot spiral staircase to the watch level and the view was absolutely incredible!
Stuck in the past, we then ventured into the nearby historic Hughes House, an 1898 Victorian home built by early settlers Patrick and Jane Hughes. And there she was….Jane Hughes, alive and well, having tea in the dining room with her neighbor, chatting about life on the ranch.
Well…. not really. It was a portrayal put on by the literary society but, just for a brief moment I wanted to ask if I could have some tea and cookies too! We thoroughly enjoyed the tour, the architecture and our walk into the past.