Coastal Oregon

Despite the late night, we got an early start. The Walmart had a single "No Overnight Parking" sign, yet the lot had twenty or so vehicles doing just that. In the dark of night we quietly joined them, but felt we shouldn't linger. We had coffee and skedaddled.

We traversed Washington Highway 6 toward 101, and it wasn't long before we were rewarded with amazing bay and ocean views, including long bridges, rocky coasts, and cute seaside towns. All of which were stuffed. Doesn't anyone work anymore?

Russ got a chance to kayak at the Willapa National Wildlife Refuge. I took a shower and enjoyed the breeze.

Cod and Grilled Oysters
Not at all like NOLA grilled oysters

We'd planned on eating in, but all the salt air made us crave fish and chips just one more time before we headed inland. Our chosen place to do that was the Bell Buoy at Seaside. I asked the woman behind the counter about the crowds (we arrived there around 2 pm, well past the lunch rush). She said it was like that every day. Well, not in the winter, she clarified.

A bit more driving to a cool place to nap (recall the early start?). We listening to the ocean along a pullout with a point-of-interest. Then onto our over-night destination: The Blue Heron French Cheese Company. Another Harvest Host. While they do sell cheese, they also have wine, chocolate, chips and nibbles, ice cream, jams, t-shirts and sweatshirts, beer, a petting zoo, and coffee in the morning. SCORE!

Mead (in paper), Peach Sour Beer, and Huckleberry ice cream

PS. Americans so know how to make ice cream. We need to set up workshops for the Canadians.