Chris and I spent two nights on the Oregon Coast, just south of Yachats
. We stayed at a little motel that I found by googling "gay Oregon coast," and, not surprisingly, we were in a lesbian run, lesbian frequented motel with a lovely view. The staff was so genuinely nice. I think that I would like to have a job like that, cleaning some rooms, telling people where to go.
Our room, Granny's Room, was small, but had a full kitchen. We had no cell phone reception, and no TV, and no internet (no computers). I learned how to play Backgammon. We had a pretty terrible meal at the Drift Inn, where almost everything we ordered was wrong, besides being over-priced. But there was a live jazz band, and that was OK. Chris observed that most customers who come into my restaurant would've thought the service was great, despite how everything was wrong.
We saw the Sea Lion Caves, which, alas, had no Sea Lions. They were all "out in the ocean." Right. Sixteen dollars to see a cave, and some fossils, and a six minute informational video.
We learned from our bad dinner, and cooked the rest of our meals. Chris made his broiled veggies and pasta dinner, and poached eggs for breakfast, with Oregon blue cheese. We drank an indulgent bottle of 2001 La Bete Pinot Noir. It tasted like wine, and smelled like butterscotch or caramel.
We walked on the windiest beach ever, in Florence, and saw a little bird, sitting in the sand. It was very sad and we tried to shelter it from the wind using driftwood, but I think we did more harm than good. Here it is.
On the way home we went to Siletz Brewery (their website was crashed by that hurricane that's awful). We bought some beer. It was a podunk place, but the people were nice. The inside felt like Portland, the outside like a run-down reservation.
I'm feeling a little post-vacation downer. I'm kind of sad that I have a computer again.