Trip Start Sep 02, 2007
8Trip End Sep 13, 2007
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It is really too sad to type much this evening. So here are a few tidbits and some pictures. See you all soon.
The last few things we saw:
Fort Clatsop: Lewis and Clark's winter home at the end of their journey.
Mount Saint Helens: The Mountain has been busy the past few years - steaming and shooting up rock building up the mountain. We got close to the top and saw the steam rising
Big Bridges: We went across a number of very big bridges. The biggest over the Columbia from Oregon to Washington State.
Since I am too depressed to write anything else, Bill has decided to try his hand at blogging...enjoy.
Welcome to the travel torture blogg... As you can guess I siezed control.
Tuesday, the day, I walked along the sealine seashore in the morning while. The sea shore was increadibly flat. Sand dollars littered the low tide line, sea gulls had done a number on dollars by pecking them apart. A few sand dollars did survive. And inthe process of flinging still allive sand dollars back into the rising tide to save them from the gull onslaught I realized the dollars made the best skipping objects created.
After Seaside, we returned to Cannon Beach in the search of the perfect smootthie but the store was closed.
Deeply lamenting our departure from Cannon Beach we took our last glimpse of the Pacific Ocean beaches and left for Fort Clatsup
At Fort Clatsup, we looked around and realized that the site was still being reconstructed. The video at the national park was interresting but only dedicated two paragraphs to Fort Clatsup. The museum was pretty good.
We then went to Astoria. The town was cool, we wandered around town for a little while then sat down at Urban Cafe, the food was spectacular! The Dunganess Crab bisque, the Jerk Quasadilla, and the four berry cobbler were spectacular...it tied for the best meal place...
We continued east toward the Blue Herron Inn pretty caring and nice and at Longview crossed over a very large and spindly bridge over the Columbia River. We arrived at the Blue Herron and were able to see St. Helens from the front porch and over look. We went to bed and that was the end of Tuesday.
Wednesday was dedicated to St. Helens, almost my Mecca, I know I was in Kindergarden, when it blew, but I still loved to study volcanos, especially the one that blew its top. On May 18, 1980, Mt. St. Helens blew off its top and north face in a clatclismic landslide and explosion following two months of awakening, amid a final radio signal of "Vancouver, Vancouver, This is it!" The result also created massive boiling mudslide, which eventually drained into the Columbia River