Life on the road is more than just wind in your ears and sun on your nose (although Bubba would beg to differ). The journey from Ketchikan began with a boat that carried us to Bellingham, WA, and a return to a world accessible by car. From there the road ran through Seattle, past the aquarium and Pike Place Market, to Portland, for a stopover with my ever-welcoming and angelically patient parents. Then on to the coast, with my first ever visit to the Tillamook Cheese Factory for squeaky cheese and ice cream. I can now call myself a full-fledged Oregonian.
Somewhere around Cape Perpetua Carl and I pulled over so Bubba could have his dinner with a view.
The next day we romped over the sand dunes near Florence and discovered why most people choose to explore them by four wheeler.
This lunch spot just north of the California border required a U-turn.
Once we got to California things got weird. I guess everything really is bigger out west.
South of the Redwoods we started seeing signs for elk, and scoffed at the lack there of. Until we passed by Big Lagoon and realized the elk were real.
There are definite perks to visiting famous places in the off season. On our hike down to the Tall Trees grove in the Redwoods we saw a total of five people on the trail. I had great fun monkeying around on one of the smaller giants.
That little white speck is all 5'3" of me, offering some scale on the trees down there.
Our necks were sore from taking in this view the entire time.
On our way back to Portland we saw this sign. If the elk turned out to be real, who knows?
That's right, I said back to Portland. Our anticipated itinerary was slightly truncated due to some car issues. The truck is still in Eureka, waiting to be retrieved on Wednesday when the head gaskets have been replaced. Luckily being unemployed has its benefits, such as a flexible schedule. Trip, interrupted, to be continued!
Life on the road is more than just wind in your ears and sun on your nose (although Bubba would beg to differ). The journey from Ketchikan began with a boat that carried us to Bellingham, WA, and a return to a world accessible by car. From there the road ran through Seattle, past the aquarium and Pike Place Market, to Portland, for a stopover with my ever-welcoming and angelically patient parents. Then on to the coast, with my first ever visit to the Tillamook Cheese Factory for squeaky cheese and ice cream. I can now call myself a full-fledged Oregonian.
Somewhere around Cape Perpetua Carl and I pulled over so Bubba could have his dinner with a view.
The next day we romped over the sand dunes near Florence and discovered why most people choose to explore them by four wheeler.
This lunch spot just north of the California border required a U-turn.
Once we got to California things got weird. I guess everything really is bigger out west.
South of the Redwoods we started seeing signs for elk, and scoffed at the lack there of. Until we passed by Big Lagoon and realized the elk were real.
There are definite perks to visiting famous places in the off season. On our hike down to the Tall Trees grove in the Redwoods we saw a total of five people on the trail. I had great fun monkeying around on one of the smaller giants.
That little white speck is all 5'3" of me, offering some scale on the trees down there.
Our necks were sore from taking in this view the entire time.
On our way back to Portland we saw this sign. If the elk turned out to be real, who knows?
That's right, I said back to Portland. Our anticipated itinerary was slightly truncated due to some car issues. The truck is still in Eureka, waiting to be retrieved on Wednesday when the head gaskets have been replaced. Luckily being unemployed has its benefits, such as a flexible schedule. Trip, interrupted, to be continued!
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