On Wednesday we started along the coast north, almost to the Columbia River, to see Ft. Stevens Military Reservation, a National Historic site built in 1862. Gary had wanted to see this since first arriving in the Portland area. So better late than never!! On the road we followed another camper (?) also going up the highway. I am guessing that his camper was more the bargain than ours was!!
Arriving at Ft. Stevens, we had nearly an hour to look around before their guided tour. So Gary and I covered much of the ground checking out the main historical remains of the fort. This fort was used beginning before the Civil War through and beyond WWII, to guard the mouth of the Columbia River. It is a matter of record that the Japanese followed fishing boats into this area looking for what they suspected was a military operation of our country. They fired from their submarine toward our shore, making one hit, but we did not return fire in order not to give away our location. Jetties were later built in this area, which then changed the land at the mouth of the Columbia River. This makes the fort appear to have been facing the river than the Pacific, as it did originally.
This gun was in the museum along with a replica layout of the fort.
When tour time came, I opted to visit the rose garden at the fort rather than ride on the wood planks along the inside of this truck!!
Gary did learn much more during the narrated tour and was glad to have gone. But I also enjoyed the roses!!
Leaving the fort, we drove to the dunes and beach where the "Peter Iredale" ship wreck remains, pretty well buried by the sand.
We had the feeling that we interrupted a drinking party, but not to worry as we would not be there too long!!
Same ship, different view, with other parts of the ship projected from the sand.
Heading back south along Hwy 101, we stopped at a lookout to take pictures again,
looking south,
and looking north.
This fellow kept hanging around, evidently looking for a handout!! I did manage to find an oats and honey bar to share with him.
We had to spend Thursday at home waiting for an RV serviceman to check out our loss of electric power from "new" batteries that had been installed in Portland. It turned out that there were fuses in a converter that we did not know about, that had blown. Had we known that, Gary could have fixed it. In fact, he had to later anyway, as the serviceman had not put the new fuses in properly and they fried!! Oh well, all is well that ends well??
Friday we are to move on. Stay with us.
Arriving at Ft. Stevens, we had nearly an hour to look around before their guided tour. So Gary and I covered much of the ground checking out the main historical remains of the fort. This fort was used beginning before the Civil War through and beyond WWII, to guard the mouth of the Columbia River. It is a matter of record that the Japanese followed fishing boats into this area looking for what they suspected was a military operation of our country. They fired from their submarine toward our shore, making one hit, but we did not return fire in order not to give away our location. Jetties were later built in this area, which then changed the land at the mouth of the Columbia River. This makes the fort appear to have been facing the river than the Pacific, as it did originally.
This gun was in the museum along with a replica layout of the fort.
When tour time came, I opted to visit the rose garden at the fort rather than ride on the wood planks along the inside of this truck!!
Gary did learn much more during the narrated tour and was glad to have gone. But I also enjoyed the roses!!
Leaving the fort, we drove to the dunes and beach where the "Peter Iredale" ship wreck remains, pretty well buried by the sand.
We had the feeling that we interrupted a drinking party, but not to worry as we would not be there too long!!
Same ship, different view, with other parts of the ship projected from the sand.
Heading back south along Hwy 101, we stopped at a lookout to take pictures again,
looking south,
and looking north.
This fellow kept hanging around, evidently looking for a handout!! I did manage to find an oats and honey bar to share with him.
We had to spend Thursday at home waiting for an RV serviceman to check out our loss of electric power from "new" batteries that had been installed in Portland. It turned out that there were fuses in a converter that we did not know about, that had blown. Had we known that, Gary could have fixed it. In fact, he had to later anyway, as the serviceman had not put the new fuses in properly and they fried!! Oh well, all is well that ends well??
Friday we are to move on. Stay with us.
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