In a wise decision to follow the cooler temps, we decided to continue west on the Rogue-Umpqua Scenic Highway to the Oregon Coast. A great decision, for the temps started dropping once we crossed the I-5. We reached the Pacific Ocean at Reedsport, and then headed north passing the famed Oregon Dunes on our way to our final destination, Florence.
It’s hard not to like a coastal town that shares the same name as the big-haired waitress on Alice. N remembered it from an earlier visit, so we quickly found the touristy-if-unabashedly-so Old Town (where it seems every store
owner must have a punny and/or corny shop name) and explored briefly.
A short walk to the nearby visitors’ center showed that Florence probably isn’t all that concerned with tourists, as its visitors center is closed on Saturdays…and Sundays. Happily we found an Internet café and made some phone calls, eventually landing a room at the Blue Heron Inn, a bed & breakfast owned by an enthusiastic proprietor and
his less vocal wife. We scored the ‘raspberry creme’ room, a confection of white and pink that brought back memories of my childhood bedroom, only less subtle. The overall B&B experience was interesting for me, as my inherent cynicism is a natural contradiction of most innkeepers earnestness. That said, I managed to keep my snarkiness to myself (and the boyfriend, natch), and actually enjoyed the place more than I thought I would.
Based on Maurice’s recommendations, we returned to Old Town for dinner, ending up at a modest place that had outdoor seating, which was the call. Between our enormous meals (including fantastic fish & chips) then and the generous waffle breakfasts at the Blue Heron, we had ample sustenance the next day for a day of short hikes up the coast.