This will be documentation of my travel when I begin full time RVing.
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It is early afternoon and I am taking my cousin Nita to the coast of Oregon for some sight seeing. She is from Oklahoma and is visiting her family in Portland. It is a beautiful day, the sun is shining bright and we have been taking in all the beauty of the Great Northwest as we leisurely travel Sunset Highway, Route 26 that links Portland with Seaside, Oregon. I'm hungry and I have heard that there was a great restaurant ahead that served cinnamon rolls the size of a dinner plate and that their other lunch fare was preposterously large too.
A logger named Gordon Smith dreamed of building the biggest log cabin anyone had ever seen. He assembled the whole thing singlehandedly, felling, bucking, hauling, and cutting the timber himself. When he was done, he filled the cabin with logging tools, machinery, and photographs, to which fellow loggers, curious visitors, and everyone else would be drawn. He named the place Camp 18, since Milepost 18 was nearby and because logging camps were always numbered, not named.
Nestled among the pines of the Oregon Coast Range, along the left side of the winding two lane road and a mere 22 miles east of the Pacific Ocean, Camp 18 could at first be mistaken for a junk yard. That’s no insult on the outward décor – there just simply is a plethora of rusting old logging equipment strewn about the gravel parking lot. But the equipment tells a story, and it’s that story that has been drawing visitors from near and far since 1986.
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| Hood Canal - Seabeck, Washington |
May 5th, 2014. A watershed day. I put my house on the market. I will begin RV travel after it sells.
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Camp 18 Restaurant and Museum
June 8, 2014
It is early afternoon and I am taking my cousin Nita to the coast of Oregon for some sight seeing. She is from Oklahoma and is visiting her family in Portland. It is a beautiful day, the sun is shining bright and we have been taking in all the beauty of the Great Northwest as we leisurely travel Sunset Highway, Route 26 that links Portland with Seaside, Oregon. I'm hungry and I have heard that there was a great restaurant ahead that served cinnamon rolls the size of a dinner plate and that their other lunch fare was preposterously large too.
A logger named Gordon Smith dreamed of building the biggest log cabin anyone had ever seen. He assembled the whole thing singlehandedly, felling, bucking, hauling, and cutting the timber himself. When he was done, he filled the cabin with logging tools, machinery, and photographs, to which fellow loggers, curious visitors, and everyone else would be drawn. He named the place Camp 18, since Milepost 18 was nearby and because logging camps were always numbered, not named.
Nestled among the pines of the Oregon Coast Range, along the left side of the winding two lane road and a mere 22 miles east of the Pacific Ocean, Camp 18 could at first be mistaken for a junk yard. That’s no insult on the outward décor – there just simply is a plethora of rusting old logging equipment strewn about the gravel parking lot. But the equipment tells a story, and it’s that story that has been drawing visitors from near and far since 1986.
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| The doors weigh a measly 500 pounds each and the handle is a broad axe. |
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| The cabin has two upper dining rooms. The chandeliers are Elk antlers. |
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| This is the main dining room. |
Great lifestyle. Eloise
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