The rain started last night and intensified as time passed. Christine did not sleep much, not just due to the rain, but we were parked beneath trees and they dripped on the roof at irregular intervals with a resounding thud.
We had breakfast and unhooked in pouring rain. We got on our way as the rain continued. The drive was not too pleasant as the road was twisting and hilly. At times we climbed into dense fog which would dissipate as we descended, but the rain on the road made traction uncertain. The rain dissipated near Newport, and, while very cloudy, at least the last few miles were dry.
Our destination was somewhere near Newport. Christine recalls seeing a campground high above the road with views of the ocean. I had been unable to locate one fitting the description online, but had selected three that we might try. We reached the first and went to the entrance, but were not impressed, so continued. The second one was possible, but Christine was intent on locating the one of her dreams, so we went on down the road. I said that we would continue and look for it, but if we reached the third on our list and it did not meet our needs we would return to the one in Newport. The third was supposed to be in Yachats, but as we went through there was no sign of it. We continued to look for it, and Christine suggested we go on to Florence, though we had done no research on campground there. We suddenly came on the third on our lis, several miles beyond Yachats, and it looked good, so we stopped and got a site. It has a lovely view over the ocean and the grounds are immaculate. There is a clubhouse with two living rooms, a games room, an exercise room, a full kitchen, a bar type kitchen and a laundry. It is one of the best equipped clubhouses we have seen in a campground. There are two downsides. The site we have, with a beautiful view is close to the road, and the other is the cost. It is the most expensive we have stayed at on this trip and perhaps ever.
We got set up and had a very late lunch then walked through the clubhouse and down to the beach where we watched the waves and a man flying his kite.
We met the managers of the campground on our way back and spoke with them for a while, then went to the trailer and had dinner. Now the sun has come out and it is a beautiful evening. I am getting the journal up to date and Christine is reading and watching for the sun to go down.