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Pleasantly Surprised

eef10-12725024_1666000243624837_1756870927_n Self promoted as “The Last Great Resort”, Sportsmans RV park is quaint and super chill.

Situated steps from the harbor, this has been a great place to watch commercial fishermen, Coast Guard boats, and whale watching tour boats (hoping to catch glimpse of whale migrations) come and go throughout the day.

Yes, it’s still an RV park, but unlike so many other private parks, this place is about as laid back as one will find and the staff here could not be nicer; a refreshing change of pace for sure.  And while we are still incredibly bummed that state parks in the area remain closed due to flooding, this park has been a pleasant surprise.

Oh, and there is no shortage of fresh seafood … literally off the boat.

Noyo Harbor


 

Tonight we crash at a small campground steps from Noyo Harbor. Movie aficionados will recall Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell sailing out of this harbor at the end of their (classic) movie Overboard. These days the harbor is basically a staging place for crab fishermen.

First Impressions Confirmed

Yesterday, I offered some preliminary thoughts on our current location – an RV park(ish) just north of Ashland, Oregon.  Base upon some suspicious initial observations, I suspected that our surroundings might be a bit interesting.

In an effort to validate my thinking, first thing this morning I conducted a bit of reconnaissance within the immediate area.  So with camera in hand, I ventured into the unknown, determined to learn more about my surroundings.  Fairly quickly, my hunch was confirmed … this place is hippie-central.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

I’m not entirely sure how to best articulate things around here, so I’ll instead provide some imagery.  As the cliché says – a picture is worth a thousand words.  And with that, allow me to offer you a few thousand words.

Let’s begin with the neighbors…

View from our front window

Custom painted, classic and understated.

5th Wheel bandsaw – really?

Too much crap

Vintage Airstream

Can this pass for a yurt?  Love the sign.

Having sufficiently examined the neighborhood, I then proceeded to other areas of the property.

Starting with the sacred grounds beyond this sign below, I respectfully and responsibly proceeded forward.  Finding only a teepee, the community vegetable garden, and (wait for it …) a spiral rock garden, I was pretty disappointed.

On the positive, I did make friends with a cat.

Signage greeting guests

I prefer the comforts of my Airstream over this teepee

The trail leading to the rock garden

Spiral rock garden

One curious cat

My surveying efforts nearly complete, I began making my way back to the Airstream.  Along the way, I stumbled into this gem below:

Rules maintain order here at the park

While comfortably eating breakfast, I found myself reflecting upon my observations.  Is this place really full of cuckoos I wondered?  Having been able to wander the grounds with the aid of daylight, I confirmed my previous thinking … yes, definitely yes..

Generally, I’m not one to say “I told you so”, but … I told you so.

Reserving Judgement (for now)

Kelly and I hitched-up Mabel early this morning and set course due north.  On this eleven-day trip our destination is Washington – Bainbridge Island to be specific.  We plan to spend the Thanksgiving holiday in our former community, visiting and relaxing with friends.  We have not been back since relocating to California last October, and suffice it to say, we are both very excited to soon be back in our former stomping grounds.

The journey is not a short one, and at just over 900 miles each way, we will be spending lots of time in transit.  To ease the pain, we will be breaking this drive into chunks – our attempt to make those 900 miles a bit more tolerable.  We have an appointment on Monday in Eugene, so we’ve decided to take a few days in arriving.  Today we drove to one of our favorite Oregon communities – Ashland.  Roughly 430 miles from our base in Half Moon Bay, Ashland is a welcome oasis after an honest day of driving.  I’ve mentioned my love of this southern Oregon town before, so I have no problem “justifying” some rest time in this wonderful environment.

We’re here two nights (Fri & Sat) and wanted full hook-ups.  Per usual, Kelly managed the process of finding a suitable place to stay.  Our preferred State and County park campgrounds are closed for the season, something we had not anticipated, which left us scrambling a bit to find an alternate location.  The lone RV park we’ve stayed at before was not available, but we did secure accommodation at Jackson Wellsprings Campground.

Photo courtesy of Zork Magazine

Turns out that Jackson Wellsprings is a bit of an interesting find … more than a measly RV park.  Kelly and I have, according to the property website, stumbled upon a “30 acre natural hot springs spa and events center” with resources such as “the WellSprings spa, event facilities and gardens which offer a healing environment to relax, enjoy and gather.”

Not content being just another RV park, the website continues, adding “WellSprings is transforming into an education and healing center and eco-resort, replete with daily classes and weekend workshops that encourage optimum human health and cultivate one’s interconnectedness with self and Nature”.

So basically, this place is for cuckoos.

Exhibit-A … not two minutes upon pulling into our spot, a guy wandered over to introduce himself.  His name was Green Light (yes, Green Light) and mentioned that he was making wild mushrooms for dinner.

Completely looking the part of a homeless person, had Green Light not walked out of the fairly nice RV next to ours, I would have assumed he wandered over from beneath a bridge.  Our total conversation was less than a minute in duration and to be honest, I wasn’t entirely sure if he was offering to sell me drugs or simply wanted to make pleasant conversation.

It was dark when we arrived so I’ve not yet gotten what I consider to be a “good look” around the place.  There is a mix of newer and dumpy RVs all around.  Most have enough new-age clutter accumulated, they could pass as the modern-day Zen film set of Sanford and Son.  All of which leads me to believe most of my current neighbors are long-term residents and probably smoke a lot of cannabis – medicinal or otherwise.

Overall, my initial (albeit brief) impressions are this:  we just might be parked at the intersection of Burning Man and the land of Aquarius.  If you seek such a place, this park is right up your alley.  Further, based upon this set of photos I found on Flickr, I’m expecting the park to be full of really nice people who just might be (half) bat-shit crazy.

By the way, there is an Olympic swim pool available for guests.  Clothing is optional after 6pm.