Before we hit the road with our backpacks, we had to leave some serious tire treads stateside. We left our home in San Diego on Thursday, drove 23 hours and stopped in Cannon Beach, Oregon for lunch the next day.
Our Mini Cooper led the way until we came upon a few drivers who hadn’t seen snow before. Fortunately, our car worked very well in the snow, which is more than I can say for the big van who tailgated us until they spun out and dumped themselves into a ditch.
When we finally hit Cannon Beach, we enjoyed our religious experience at Pizza a Féta, the local coffee shops, and the next morning’s walk next to Haystack rock with cinnamon roll and cup of milk in hand. Soon, though, we had to leave. We had a wedding to catch in Portland. The way back across the pass was less eventful than the previous day’s, so we made it into Portland with plenty of time to spare.
The wedding and reception was beautiful, and so was the communal post-wedding Guinness at Portland’s own Kells Irish Pub. The stories were poured out faster than the drinks that evening. Good times.
Our next stop was Napavine, WA for a few days with my parents, and then on to Port Townsend, WA to stay a few days with Tilly’s brother’s family. We toured the home they are building, spent time chasing our niece and nephew around the house, taking them each on dates in our “really really really really fast race car,” throwing rocks into the ocean, and drinking hot chocolate.
So far, this vacation has proved invaluable. It’s a perfect “good bye and good luck” before our trip around the world.