As I mentioned in my last post, we had to leave Nehalem Bay State Park on Tuesday because they were completely booked. During our stay there we had explored many of the surrounding cities, and we spotted a marina that have RVs parked right on the bay. We called and made a reservation, and had our shortest RV driving day ever – a whopping 10 miles down the road. Kelly’s Marina is no-frills, for sure, but it does provide water and electrical hook-ups, and this is right outside your window:
The park lets you pull your RV straight in, so this was the view from inside the RV:
Not bad for $30 a night. There was definitely a little room for improvement – for example, our fire pit was filled with cigarette butts and there was dried dog poop near our picnic table. We talked to the owner and he admitted he didn’t know much about RVs – the sites were there when he bought the marina a few years ago. Your RV neighbors are pretty close, and unfortunately for us the family next to us were smokers, and fired up bright and early each day. It was pretty chilly in the evenings, so we ended up just sitting inside to avoid the cold and cigarette smoke.
If you’re into crabbing, the marina will set you up with everything you need to crab right off their dock. We were planning to do some crabbing, but we watched others doing the same and no one seemed to be catching too much, so we decided to just hang out and enjoy the view instead.
Wednesday afternoon we stumbled upon a great walking trail, and took the dogs out there for a long walk. It’s basically a long grass path that runs along the Nehalem River.
There were wild blackberry vines everywhere – Deas kept picking them and eating them. I wish we had brought something with us to collect a bunch of them!
Even though it’s a been a little chilly at night, the weather during the day has been spectacular – blue skies, sunshine, and cool breezes. Just about perfect. After our walk on the trail we went into the nearby town of Wheeler for lunch, and had pizza sitting on a deck over looking the river.
Deas and I are not good pizza partners. I like all the veggies, and he wants meat. Luckily most places will split the pizza half-and-half for us!
When we were walking the dogs, they all, ahem, used the facilities. Being the good dog owners we are, we scooped it all up, but when we got back to the car there were no trash cans except for at the marina across the street. We’ve been in this situation before, and Deas absolutely refuses to put poop bags in the car with us. So this is his solution: he rolls down the window, puts the dog bags on the outside, and the rolls up the window catching the dog bags at the top. This is not the first time he’s done this. Then we have drive to the trash can, waving a few bags of poop in the wind. This is sooo embarrassing to me!
I’m just waiting for the day when one of the bags breaks open in the wind or comes loose.