Ah, a typical morning on the Oregon coast, and we're proud to be a cliche as we take our routine trot along the beach as the coffee brews back in the room. I've lumped alot of todays scenery photos in with yesterdays blog, but here's one I fogot:
Blaire Witch Beach. Bwa hahahaha.
Several interesting items we've learned in the last few days:
Dude: Hello there
M: How's it going?
D: Fine, you?
M: Not too shabby
(long awkward silence)
Me: So.... Can you move so I can get out of my car please?
(additional silence in which Dude rues non-Oregonites, the Oregon legislature for passing such laws, and himself, for not studying harder in school and applying himself to his full potential so he wouldn't be working at the Gold Beach Chevron)
Dude: You can't pump your own gas in Oregon.
Award. Feelings. Inside.
But I give him my card and he gives me my gas and Zack a cookie, and yippee!
Doggy peanut butter cups
Doggy ice cream cone cookie
Zack was pleased with his PB treat and agreed to keep watch for the next leg.
I like bridges.
I've been planning to stop at the Sea Lion Caves (http://sealioncaves.com/home/) since I started planning this trip, so I got super excited when I saw the signs just North of Florence, Oregon.
Theres a shop that serves as the entrance way, and of course is stocked with a ton of gifts that nobody needs. And popcorn. Because what is sea lion watching without popcorn? You pay your entrance fee ($11 for adults) and walk out back. There's a lookout down a path to your left, and the right hand path leads to an elevator which descends several hundred feet to the cave.
A view from the lookout - its hard to see, but all those brown bodies are sea lions!
Biggest snail ever on the path to the cave elevator.
Descending to the cave
Deep in the cave - the water flows in from the ocean, and the sea lions swim in and hang out on the rocks. See center.
Close up of said rock... wish these pics came out lighter, but flash is understandably prohibited.
They had a sea lion skeleton on display. Spooooky!
In true NW style, it started pissing rain as soon as we left the Sea Lion Caves. Thank goodness it wasn't too far the the Hallmark Inn in Newport, OR.
The Hallmark is a beautiful series of ocean front buildings, separated from the water by a steep walkway and a large stretch of sand. My room was on the ground floor with sliding doors out onto the patio, the grass area and the stairs to the beach.
The view from my "patio".
Stairs down to the beach.
The hotel from the beach.
Another trio of crabs. Dead crabs. Pooooor crabs.
After a long walk on the bitch (Bloggers edit: I don't know what I was on when I wrote this. Should say "beach". Again, thanks Dad....) I was feeling a bit icky, probably from the rain and long days of travel, so Zack and I cuddled into bed, ordered some room service (a delicious medley of seafood with fresh sourdough bread!!), watched some tv, and fell asleep.
Blaire Witch Beach. Bwa hahahaha.
Several interesting items we've learned in the last few days:
- For most of our ride up the coast in Oregon, the highway has actually gone through each town instead of having exit ramps that branch off the highway into each stop. So you'll be jetting along the 101at 60 or 70mph and all the of the sudden you're slowing to 35 and passing Subway and Shell and Mo's Crab Shack and always, always, Chan's/Chen's/Mings/Weng's Chinese Diner/Buffet/Take Away/Restaurant/Place.
- You cant pump your own gas in Oregon. It's illegal. I know that now bc I experienced an ass-clenching level of embarrassment when I pulled into a fill station to get some ass (bloggers edit: This should read GAS. Thanks Dad.). A big dude blocked my door and we had an exchange that went something like this:
Dude: Hello there
M: How's it going?
D: Fine, you?
M: Not too shabby
(long awkward silence)
Me: So.... Can you move so I can get out of my car please?
(additional silence in which Dude rues non-Oregonites, the Oregon legislature for passing such laws, and himself, for not studying harder in school and applying himself to his full potential so he wouldn't be working at the Gold Beach Chevron)
Dude: You can't pump your own gas in Oregon.
Award. Feelings. Inside.
But I give him my card and he gives me my gas and Zack a cookie, and yippee!
- Which brings me to my next note - people in the NW are friendly. They give my doggy treats. He approves.
Doggy peanut butter cups
Doggy ice cream cone cookie
Zack was pleased with his PB treat and agreed to keep watch for the next leg.
I like bridges.
I've been planning to stop at the Sea Lion Caves (http://sealioncaves.com/home/) since I started planning this trip, so I got super excited when I saw the signs just North of Florence, Oregon.
Theres a shop that serves as the entrance way, and of course is stocked with a ton of gifts that nobody needs. And popcorn. Because what is sea lion watching without popcorn? You pay your entrance fee ($11 for adults) and walk out back. There's a lookout down a path to your left, and the right hand path leads to an elevator which descends several hundred feet to the cave.
A view from the lookout - its hard to see, but all those brown bodies are sea lions!
Biggest snail ever on the path to the cave elevator.
Descending to the cave
Deep in the cave - the water flows in from the ocean, and the sea lions swim in and hang out on the rocks. See center.
Close up of said rock... wish these pics came out lighter, but flash is understandably prohibited.
They had a sea lion skeleton on display. Spooooky!
In true NW style, it started pissing rain as soon as we left the Sea Lion Caves. Thank goodness it wasn't too far the the Hallmark Inn in Newport, OR.
The Hallmark is a beautiful series of ocean front buildings, separated from the water by a steep walkway and a large stretch of sand. My room was on the ground floor with sliding doors out onto the patio, the grass area and the stairs to the beach.
The view from my "patio".
Stairs down to the beach.
The hotel from the beach.
Another trio of crabs. Dead crabs. Pooooor crabs.
After a long walk on the bitch (Bloggers edit: I don't know what I was on when I wrote this. Should say "beach". Again, thanks Dad....) I was feeling a bit icky, probably from the rain and long days of travel, so Zack and I cuddled into bed, ordered some room service (a delicious medley of seafood with fresh sourdough bread!!), watched some tv, and fell asleep.
what a cool place! Zack is such a trooper :)
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