Oregon Trip Day 7: Big Planes and Little Creeks

This morning started out again with breakfast at the hotel. Biscuits and gravy. Not nearly as good as my southern grandmother used to make, but not bad.

We then made a quick run to the grocery store, mainly for turkey dogs (we are camping, after all), then back to the hotel to pack the cars and head off for the coast.


Having picked up a brochure during breakfast, JaG was amenable to taking Route 99w to Route 18 out to the coast, stopping along the way in McMinville to see

The fact that JaG was as well is just, well, cool.

Pulling off the highway, we approached the massive building that houses the plane. In Long Beach, the plane had been kept inside a dome, all by itself (as far as I know). What I didn’t realize was that, under the Goose’s massive wings, were parked several of dozen equally interesting planes.

As such, we spent the next couple of hours wandering around, reading the sign-boards for the planes, which were fascinating since they included both general history of the model and specific history of the plane right there in front of you.

As for the Spruce Goose, you could walk into the main deck, looking down the fuselage and learning about how much the plane could transport. I eschewed dropping $50 to see the Goose’s cockpit.