Day 28: Yachats and Yummies

After a full night’s rest, I woke up refreshed and ready to continue my journey south along the scenic Highway 101 toward Yachats, Oregon. I’d never heard of this small coastal town before, but in my research it kept appearing as a hidden gem—rumored to have the most breathtaking stretch of coastline in the region.

Since my next stop was only about 45 miles away, I asked for (and happily received) a late checkout. That gave me the luxury of moving slowly—packing without rush, savoring the quiet morning air, and taking Max for one last walk around the lodge grounds.

Before leaving, I stopped by the little café next to the lobby and finally gave in to the mint chip ice cream sandwich I’d been eyeing the night before. Mint chip has always been my weakness, and it felt like the perfect send-off treat before heading down the coast.

The drive down to Yachats was pleasant—scenic, winding roads that hugged the coastline. True to form, I was the slow granny driver again, pulling over here and there to let the locals and speedier travelers pass. Within an hour I had reached my hotel.

They called it a resort, but compared to the Shalishan Lodge, it felt more like a simple motel dressed up with marketing. I had paid extra for a dog-friendly room with an ocean view, but when I walked inside, I was met with the familiar coastal cocktail of mildew and dated décor. Right then, I made up my mind: no more overnights in coastal towns. They’re lovely to pass through, but the lodgings seem to tell the same tired story. Tomorrow, I’d head inland to Eugene—where my long-awaited REI order was waiting for pickup—and leave the coast behind.

Still, despite my disappointment with the room, the surroundings softened the edges. Max and I wandered a portion of the famous 804 Trail, breathing in the salt air and listening to the waves crash against the rugged shoreline. Later, I drove the short five minutes into town for dinner. The hotel had suggested one spot, but a sleek restaurant called Ono next door caught my eye with its airy patio seating—perfect for Max and me.

I’m so glad I trusted my instincts. The grilled seafood platter was nothing short of incredible—fresh, perfectly prepared, and worth every penny. By the time I returned to the hotel, belly full and heart lighter, I felt grateful for the stop in Yachats, even if the room itself left much to be desired. Tomorrow we move on toward Eugene—and a step closer to home.