The first stop of the day was Broadway blvd., one of the main drags in town and surely aimed at the elderly tourists
. It was a nice stroll down a quiet street filled with more candy shops than a 5 year old diabetic’s dreamland. Salt-water taffy seemed to be their thing, fitting considering the name and location of the town. Toward the end is a famous turnaround that stretched just to the sand of the beach and was decorated with a statue of Lewis and Clark, the famous explorers that set out with Sacagawea to explore the Louisiana purchase, Seaside was their final stop. Around 1:30 we decided to head back to the hostel where they rented kayaks. It wasn’t a bad deal, two hours for 12 bucks. They handed us paddles, told us where the life jackets were and said "have fun!" We dragged the kayak and gear to the riverside (a feat easier said than done) and loaded in. It took a little getting used to at first (we favored the right side of the river) but then we started getting into a rhythm. We were an unstoppable force not to be messed with, the mere wind feared our paddling strength… until the current picked up. Like scared baby ducks we didn’t know what to do, we tried to turn around because fighting it was futile, but it pushed us swiftly into the bank. We freed ourselves from the tall grass, turned the opposite
direction and this time made it (though barely, we came about 5 inches from the other bank). It was smooth sailing from there back to our dock.
We had worked up quite an appetite fighting what can only be described as tsunami like waves so we decided to get some dinner
. After stopping one last time on Broadway to get a Christmas ornament, we were off to Cannon Beach where we heard a place called “Doogers” had a great happy hour. Walking into the restaurant one would think it was a retirement community where kids and loved ones bring their grandpa to enjoy soup and fried fish. We sat down in the very back where no one was and ordered our soup and wine. A large group of elderly ladies came and sat next to us and after some kind small talk we went about our business. The food was good and the atmosphere was welcoming, and we left satisfied. After purchasing some Oregon smoked salmon we made our way back home where I had befriended a fellow hosteler from Ireland. We met up with him and his roommate at a local pub to watch the Lakers and Celtics foul the crap out of each other until we won (to the Irishmen’s disappointment). As we watched the game, we chatted about places we’ve traveled and cultural differences.
Finally it was time for bed, a day well spent in Seaside, Oregon.
- The ornament pit-stop was for me. Every place I’ve been I’ve bought an ornament, so when I get my very own Christmas tree it will be littered with glittery trinkets from around the world
. Nate has decided to collect bottle openers, ornaments aren’t really his thing.
- The hostel experience was great. I stayed at them all the time while I was in Europe, but never really thought about staying in one in the US. It had the same welcoming, community atmosphere with friendly people from around the world. If you haven’t had the chance to do so, I highly recommend staying in a hostel next time you travel in lieu of a hotel/motel/etc.
- Item #20 on my life to do list: Find a whole sand dollar. MAN! We came SO close today. The beach in Seaside has more sand then I’ve ever seen on a beach (and I’ve lived in CA my whole life and went to college in Malibu, so I’ve seen a lot of sand). And on those vast expanses of sand, were TONS of sand dollars. Tons of broken sand dollars that is. I got very excited when I found one that appeared to be whole, but when I turned it over, it’s top was broken. I took a picture with it anyways, in case this is the closest I’ll ever come to finding a whole sand dollar. We searched for a good 20 minutes, but my search will have to continue on other beaches sometime later. I’m not giving up. (For those who are curious, I have 33 things on my to-do list, have currently accomplished 9 of them, and am in the process of completing another 5 with my current road trip and upcoming grad school. Also, I created my to-do list before seeing the movie The Bucket List, so I didn’t copy their idea. But not before seeing A Walk To Remember. I probably copied it from them, I’ll give Mandy Moore and Shane West credit for that one.)
The morning of June 3rd started out like any typical Thursday morning I suppose. After tossing and turning in a bed that seemed to have had a vortex in the middle I couldn't escape, I decided to throw in the towel and just get up. I slithered out of the covers and put on my jeans quiet enough to not wake Alyssa, and made my way out the door. Luckily for me it was only 6:30 in the morning, just in time to walk out to the river and watch the sun gently glow upon the riverbank and the opposite bed and breakfasts. I sat in the common room reflecting on the day before, when Alyssa came in looking as though the bed got the best of her as well, we ate breakfast, I made coffee and went back to the room to get ready for the day. Little did we know we were so tired that even the man eating bed couldn’t keep us awake and 5 minutes later it was 10 o’clock. So we quickly got ready, I slammed my then ice cold coffee and we made our way out the door.