The thin black coastal ribbon of the US-101 called us today. After the amazingness of Crater Lake, anything we did was going to find it hard to compete. The weather, once again, failed to co-operate, but through the rain, closed-for-the-season beach towns, and endless forested hills, we found a few gems.
Was that one? After so much promise, the elk viewing area unfortunately presented a grand total of zero moose-like creatures.
The guidebook describes this as "Oregon's Sahara". It seemed a little green, rainy, and small to me, but I haven't travelled that widely in North Africa.
Photography isn't allowed in the caves. Especially if you refuse to pay the extortionate $11 fee to go down there in the first place.
Now this is more like it! Tillamook cheese is sold in all good dairy comestible shops in North America. They make it here, in the town of Tillamook, Oregon.
Dana, ruminating.
Unfortunately the process is a little industrialised for those of us who grew up near Cheddar (yep, the place the cheese is named after). If you really want to see a proper maturing truckle, have a look here.
Luckily they also make ice cream. As you can tell, I'm enjoying a double-dip of chocolate peanut butter and cookies 'n' cream.
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Two more bits of happy news. Amir and the other seven Haas students made it out of Gabon! The borders were reopened especially for them (maybe). And this is my 300th blog post since moving to California! Thank you for joining me. D xx
