We were traveling rather leisurely, in no hurry. Our overall theory was that Boris and the Brits eventually, sooner than later, would open up to "amber" countries like the US, and that, with the barrage of flights Vicki had booked, we'd eventually get to Britland and make good on our Bloomsbury apartment rental for the summer. After Rainier, we planned on visiting the east side of Mt. St. Helens and exploring there for a few days. Alas, when we got to the turn off, all the east-side Mt. St. Helens roads were closed. Still too early in the season. So we shifted gears and decided to chance the Oregon coast. It was reportedly already very crowded with campers, and we'd visited more than once in recent years, but we like coastal scenes, and Oregon's are some of the best.
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Western Washington roadsides are covered in gorse, very colorful
but nasty weeds we first encountered in Ireland; this was our only
picture of them |
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| The coast begins |
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In Tillamook we stopped, again, at the Blue Heron French Country
Cheese store, which permits free overnights |
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Driving from Tillamook I saw a sign advertising "U-Pick'em Oysters" and then this lovely oyster and clam shoppe; I bought a dozen, which I later devoured; without bloodshed |
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| Later that day we began encountering much fog |
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| Thus |
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| And thus |
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| Old friend Devil's Churn |
