A Coastal Ode To A Coastal Road

by Greg Quesnel

Jen and Pete had us all gather round...
we listened intently not making a sound.


The Yachats adventure took shape with their words...
anticipation mounted with each detail we heard.


Finally...at last...engines ignited and sounded a roar...
as gears engaged...we headed for the shore.


Thru the Cascades we twisted and turned...
seeing at Suttle the forest had burned.


On to the summit, Hoo Doo whizzed by...
Three Fingered Jack...stark against the deep blue sky.


Over the hill and down we went...
proceeding at times like we were hell bent.

We passed a state trooper who gave us the eye...
all was OK... at 55 we crept by.


Bladders were filling as we journeyed west...
Tokatee came soon... and was our stop of rest.


Down the McKenzie we snaked thru the trees...
passers-by were a-gawk... the fast cars a big tease.


On to Eugene where lunches awaited...
our appetites hearty... our pangs unabated.


We munched and crunched on a mighty fine spread...
sated at last... to Yachats and surrounds we quickly sped.


Jen and Scott had a minor hiccup...
their window went down but wouldn't go up.
A u-turn was made... back to Eugene...
where a good man quickly fixed their machine.


Gung-ho we proceeded... out quest in sight...
gears were shifting... engines wound tight.


Three Rivers Casino presented temptation...
easy vast fortunes captured the imagination...
so the group pulled over to give it a look...
and to no ones' surprise... only potty stops were took.


On to Yachats the "Gateway to Fun"...
Porsches a plenty, all ready to run.


Private parking awaited us all...
every car in the group had a nice wide stall.


Our priorities aligned... we were up to the task...
off to cocktails we marched quite fast.


Conversation is lively... stories abound...
no party-poopers in this group were found.


After the fest we all need a rest...
off to our rooms... this step deemed best.


The Overleaf Lodge is comfy and cozy... with views of the sea...
it's hard to imagine a better beach place to be.


In the morning... all merry and gay...
eager we are to embrace the day.


The breakfast buffet was hale and hearty...
it came to be our morning party.


We split into groups... one south... one north,
intrepid we are... the gangs ventured forth.


The sights and sounds are many and varied...
both groups have a ball... not the least bit harried.


Along the coast we soak in the scene...
the weather is super... the air is clean.


Prominent light houses were major attractions...
their stories... amazing... recalled past action.


Back to the lodge from parts all around...
time for a walk before the dinner bell sounds.


A festive evening spontaneously erupts...
somewhat due to much wine in our cups.


As things proceed we get in the groove,
oh God... I think Pete just "busted a move".


With that I think it's time to conclude...
suffice it to say for this interlude...
a good time, not bad, was certainly had.


We all look forward to future forays...
and THANKS to Jen and Pete for three wonderful days!