It is not often that I make it thru a day without realizing what an amazing place I am blessed to live in is. I know that sounds cheesy, but it is true. The Oregon Coast has a magical quality to it that I just can’t escape from. I tried, years back I took my family on a cross country tour of America just to see it all. We got out to West Virginia and got hooked on it’s beauty and history. We had been looking for a place to buy for years, but being so close to the number 1 golf course in the world has driven real estate prices up dramatically. We moved everything we had all the way across the country which took three trips to move a family of five and my woodshop, with all my wood supply. I sold off my woodtek table saw before the move and bought my uni in West Virginia.
After three years of remodeling a house and putting our blood, sweat and tears into a dream home, we came home one evening to find it completely engulfed in flame. Yeah, that sucked.
It was hard to pick up from that, we stayed for a few months debating weather or not to rebuild, but we missed our coast. So we moved it all back. Funny enough it was winter both times we moved. So now I have a good selection of lumber in my shop that has about 6,000 miles on it. The bulk of my supply (about 3k bf) I got while in West Virginia. So the return trip included a table saw and all the new lumber, though I did have to leave some of it behind. Thankfully I had a new delivery truck to bring some things back in.
Which brings me to my comment of how thankful I am that I get to be where I am. It feels like a dream sometimes that I ever lived in West Virginia. I still miss my mountain home sometimes.
We used to joke about that song by John Denver “Country roads” We called it speghetti road take me home, because the road to our house was so windy, I still get a little choked up when I hear it now.
This morning started early with an eerie sunrise. There was a splinter of sun trying to poke thru, but monstrous winds and dark gray clouds pushed in to drive away the light. The rain started just as I hooked up the trailer and started on my path. I was heading to get my new jointer, a find on craigslist. I have been wanting a wider jointer, but wasn’t sure what I wanted. I had entertained the idea of a 12 inch combo grizzly, but it just didn’t seem right. I absolutely love my Delta Unisaw table saw so when I saw the old dj-20 I knew it was the one for me.
Unfortunately the first day I was supposed to have gone the two hours north to pick it up a massive landslide washed away part of the road. Thankfully they had one lane opened back up this morning. The trip up was very stormy and I have always loved the storms here, we get some doosies.
I tried to get some good pictures of my trip, but it almost impossible to capture the majesty and power that can come from one of these coastal storms. The ocean waves seem to stretch up to the sky and you feel surrounded by this awesome churning power that threatens to squish you like a bug.
A trip up the coast of Oregon takes you through some wonderful quaint fishing towns with colorfully decorated shops that pander to the summer tourists. Winter is my favorite time to tour Oregon, that is when you meet the real people that live here and get to experience it a whole different way. It seems that in summer we are all just part of the exhibit, wildlife in a zoo for the visitors to experience while they madly click off pictures of their “trip to the coast”. You ever see the movie “Goonies”? That was filmed in Astoria, it gives you a good idea of the coastal towns in the winter. Yeah we really are that weird out here. Truffle shuffle baby! ;)
On my way back home I made a friend by the side of the road, it was too windy to fly so the bird just let me walk right up to it and almost touch it before it took off.
The person I bought the jointer from also had a sander to add to my shop which I think my wife will like. I don’t use them too often, but they are a good tool to have on hand.
On my way home I stopped at an antique store and found an old Stanley 71 router plane that was missing some parts so I got it for a song. I think I have what it was lacking back home, so that was a bonus to the trip.
By the time I got back home the sky’s had cleared and the sun was shining on the wet pavement, the green surrounding shining with the drink, all the colors seemed to be bursting with fresh energy.
So there was my adventure for the day, it was not a day in the shop like most but a fun and enjoyable day just the same.
My new tool looks right at home, now I just need to get rid of my old one.
That thing has been part of my shop for about twelve years now and i know its’ idiosyncrasies and how to best work with it. It is going to be weird to start with this new one, but I am excited to do it. I am going to run a fresh electric line to it as it is wired for 220. Thanks for reading about my adventurous day.
The Oregon Coast is a beautiful place and I hope you all get a chance to take a trip out here and experience it. If you do, be sure to drop me a line and let me know your coming so I can put a pot of coffee on. ;) until then.
Be safe and have fun woodworking
-- Brian Noel