This update comes to you from the city of Klamath Falls in Southern Oregon. If you look on the map you’ll see that I’m pretty much exactly level with Brookings, where I spent Friday night, only quite a bit further east. That, in essence, is why I’m here: a sizeable place, the “right distance” south, with lots of green bits around it on the map. There was another attraction on the map, which I’ll come to shortly. Oh, and it has got a Starbucks – which is where I sit as I type this.
As usual, after the break, I’ll tell you all about it…
The title refers to the simple fact that today is as far north as I’m going, I am on the return leg now.
This is a slightly different format to how I’ve been posting. You’ll get the text here, pretty much edited from the notes I’ve been making as the day has progressed. The photos will come later, so please check back.
I’m in Portland tonight. A lot of miles covered, a really interesting day, but the Red Sox lost.
[The best of the photos from the day are now up on Flickr]
I’ll put the break in here, the rest follows…
I’m typing this watching the sun go down over the Pacific. That in itself is a sentence which makes me really happy to be able to type. I’m back on the road, currently at the aptly named Oceanside, Oregon. While I wait for the last few rays, in the hope they will be truly spectacular, I thought I’d make a start on the Blog before I return to my base for the night in Tillamook. Got to be better typing here than in a motel room?
There’s a bit of catching up to do before the story gets here, however…
Um. What did I say, “de ja vu all over again”? No sooner had I finished typing the blog this morning and uploading it, courtesy of the free WiFi on Amtrak’s Cascades train, than we ground to a halt. At a halt we resolutely remained for an hour. The explanation was that the Chambers Creek Drawbridge at Chambers Bay, south of Tacoma, had failed. I’m pretty sure British Rail never came up with the “The Drawbridge Has Failed” excuse? Bottom line was that the scheduled 15:05 arrival at Portland was shot to pieces. Turned out to be 16:20.
Read all about it….
I think it is fair to describe the journey on the Coast Starlight as a series of metaphorical ups and downs. The problem was that the further into the journey, or more precisely, the longer it lasted, there were many more downs than ups. Still, I won’t go on about it and if you’re interested in the gory details, I’ve pasted a copy of my complaint to Amtrak at the bottom of this post. I await their response. There are photos of the derailment which caused it all here and if you care to Google “Dunsmuir derailment” you’ll find a series of links including a local tv report.
Having promised not to go on about the bad parts, here are the good parts…