Well, we've finally made it to the Pacific. Despite having arrived on the West Coast some three weeks ago, we hadn't seen the sea. Our first glimpse came at Florence, Oregon. Long overshadowed by its neighbor to the south, Oregonians are understated people who are quietly proud of where they live. That way, the state's citizens - who we were told number fewer than the inhabitants of Brooklyn - get the whole place to themselves. We drove the length of the state twice - one and a half times on Interstate 5, and then the final half down US Highway 101 along the coast. The latter is by far the superior option, allowing drivers to gasp at the spectacular seashore. And at the adjoining sparkling freshwater lakes, towering primordial forests, Sahara like dunes and rivers teaming with life. Plus, the food and drink are fantastic! Nice cheddar (yey, finally!), good microbrews, amazing coffee, plentiful seafood and tons of orchard fruit. We loved it, despite the daily - and nightly - torrential downpours. We would have stayed, but we were worried about ourselves and the Airstream becoming waterlogged. We all need more Gore-tex.
Claire – On maternity leave from career as editor of monthly finance trade magazines, and occasionally a freelance translator. Half-American/half-English, raised in the suburbs of New York, has lived in London for almost nine years.
Daniel – Furniture designer/maker based on London’s Columbia Road flower market, for ten years, also an aspiring painter and DIY supremo. On one-year career break to reconsider options. English by birth, but mother is half-American and spent part of her childhood in Bronxville, New York.
Sophia – 3.5-year old spitfire who loves school, singing, swimming and being a big sister
Lulu – Born May 8 of this year, a model baby who eats, sleeps and gurgles.
Special guests – American, British and international friends and family who drop in along our trip to see whatever part of the country they fancy. They’re welcome to travel in the car with us and sleep in an adjoining tent.