End of an era, the old phonebooth. This one is more than sadly neglected, the broken handpiece had some vegetation in between it's halves.
The first day it rained. Off and on and off and on and on. Something about the roads there, or the drivers who seemed remarkably sane and stayed to posted speeds, at least on US30, or the rental car a bit heavier than our own, but I had no anxiety about the drive along wet and winding roads. Good to get off my feet and out of shoes by the end of the trip. Then we wandered out to explore the damp town, without a map, but still found our way around just peachily.
We rather lazily just stopped at the Pig and Pancake the first morning. D ordered a western omelet, so when this came, he commented, "I was hoping some eggs would come with it." The almost exactly not unlike tea beverage was at least warmish. And D's meal turned out acceptable, after a while. Andrew and Steve's cafe the next morning was so much better, with excellent hashbrowns, the best French Toast I've ever tasted, and something much more like tea.
After the intensity of the beach, we stopped at Tokugawa Antiques to come down and warm up. Amazing gem of a place. Then off to the Columbia River Maritime Museum. Not sure of their photography policy, I only snuck in a few. That will get a post of it's own, later. Got hungry, so off to Rogue Brewery for lunch.
They had chocolate stout, the one beer I can never resist. And haut dogs, with chili, all done to perfection. That will get a post as well. Restorative meal, then back to the museum, it was that amazing.