Danny and Brandon's Epic Journey has now been through the state of Oregon and has now entered California. The last time I blogged I was complaining about the poor weather in Washington. The weather got better in Oregon and we made some great progress before I came down with a really bad cold in Crescent City CA. We have spent the last two days here holed up in a cheap motel drinking gallons of orange juice. I am not 100% yet but we plan on doing almost 80 miles again today. I think the best way to catch everyone up is to bring in specific highlights of the trip in a non-sequential order. Here we go ...
My friend Colin and his wife Melanie camped with us one night in Washington and we were able to dry out all our stuff in a dryer..
We later stayed at Colin's Parents house in Coos Bay. In Brandon's words they lived at the top of a mountain. I think he was feeing the fact that his wheel was out of true and had been rubbing on his break. That is now fixed.
We have camped at bruceport county park in WA, at a campground in Cannon Beach Oregon, Cape Lookout State Park in Oregon, Beachside State Park in Oregon, Colin's Parents house and at the most ghetto of them all ... The county Fairgrounds in Gold Beach Oregon.
We found the Prostitution capital of Southern Oregon to be Port Orford. We saw two prostitutes at 2 in the afternoon at the Circle K. We stopped for 10 minutes to have a snack and we saw more than what we wanted to see. The town has a population of 1500!
We crossed the talest bridge in Oregon, but were unable to see anything because of the density of the fog.
We have become endeared to the chinese lady working the front desk that continuously checks on our health and how we are recovering from our colds.
I forgot the pump to my MSR dragonfly stove. We have not been able to cook with it yet this trip. I am stubborn and am hauling around a 3lb bag of pancake mix and a bottle of syrup for when I get a working stove.
Now I am handing the blog over to Brandon.
Greetings. It is now my pleasure to share with you the experience we had at the Tillamook county smoker. What a place! As we were entering into the town of Tillamook (one and the same as the origin of the cheese), Danny spotted a sign on the left hand side of the road that would change our lives forever and the patterns of our bowel movements for the next 24 to 48 hours. It read: "2 ft of pepperoni - 99¢". And to think, I almost missed it! (I was in Lance Armstrong mode). Needless to say, we purchased more than 8 feet of meat that afternoon, most of which was consumed that evening. The euphoria that ensued caused us to ponder upon some of life's more serious questions like: What would happen if meat was sold by the foot all the time? Who really killed JFK? Did we really land on the moon? Thank you Tillamook county smoker.
Now that brandon has shared his most tender moment, I will continue my account.
I also got the Lance Armstrong impersonating Brandon to stop at the Tilamook cheese factory for cheese tasting. He claims to be lactose intolerant, but after the visit I did not notice an abnormal increase in methane output from Brandon. It was already at a really high level.
I got to go now, but hopefully I will be able to blog more tonight. We will be seeing a lot of redwoods today and hopefully will have good tales to tell!
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