Sally sells seashells by the Seaside

Trip Start May 31, 2010
Trip End Jul 11, 2010

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Flag of United States  , Oregon
Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Sitting in the common room of our hostel, looking out onto river just 15 feet behind us I think to myself this is disgusting, no one should be allowed to see such a gorgeous site, and live.

           After the fiasco at the Bluebill Campground we were looking forward to getting out of there very much. We stopped to restock on ice in a small, somewhat vacant, shopping center with a Safeway that looked as if the 70's had rejected it. After that we went to a small café next door that can only be described as a musty 50’s diner, but even that doesn’t do this place justice.  The walls were pink, decorated with an eclectic mix of glossy paintings that one might find in a grandparents house (no offense grandparents).  The food is what you would expect from a place like this, greasy and covered in butter.  After paying the pleasantly quiet waitress, we were off again.

            We drove past what seemed like hundreds of twists and turns, small towns, and cows, until we came to a town with a familiar name, Tillamook.  Tillamook, Oregon is where none other than the Tillamook cheese factory is.  At first you might think "Oh man, you guys have gone off the deep end. Cheese?", but actually it was an enlightening experience into the world of cheese. We got to watch the workers slice, size, package, and age 40 lbs blocks of white cheddar.  After the tour of the factory, and a couple free samples of cheese, we stopped for a lunch of what else? cheese sandwiches.  It tasted like any other cheese sandwich except this one had a hint of novelty sprinkled on top of the gooey golden yellow center. 

            Then it was only an hour more until Seaside so Alyssa drove and I fell asleep. The hostel we’re currently staying at is something to be appreciated for sure.  It’s located right on the river and is only a 15-minute walk from the main street and beach.  It has a fully stocked kitchen, espresso bar, and pancakes and eggs in the morning. The owner is a little Asian woman that was very welcoming and gave us “the works”, as she put it, on what to do here.  After we settled into our room and hung our soaking wet tents and towels to dry, we decided to get some grub.  As Oregon is famous for their microbreweries, we set out to find one.  We ended up at Fort George brewery in Astoria.  They have house made sausages that go nicely with their reds, and porters, which for the most part I also enjoyed.  After about the 8th three-ounce taster, they were all delicious.

            We went back to Seaside after that. We drove the main streets to get a game plan of what we would do the next day.  The streets were bare yet quaint, hints that the next day we would inevitably be sucked into tourist traps and pricey souvenirs.

Alyssa’s Anecdotes:

- Today while stopping by Rite Aid for some essentials, a friendly (yet slightly crazy) man in the truck next to us decided to start up a conversation. It went something like this:

Man: I’m proud of you!

Nate: What?

Man: I’m proud of you! For driving American!
Nate: Oh…always!

Man: So…anniversary or honeymoon?

Nate: Um…neither actually!
Man: Oh! You’re not married?!

Nate: Nope…

Man: Oh, well you’d make an adorable couple! And remember, if you DO get married, the most important thing is communication!

Nate: Thanks. That’s great advice.

(and then we walked into Rite Aid, laughing)
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